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~sultan grabs a couple of roasting forks and spears the lavapups. he eyes the willowbark chips that are stuck to the carcasses and silently thinks himself a true gourmet. as a coup de grace, he dips them both into the champagne filled jacuzzi, giggling "marinade" under his breath, and then walks over to the open fire to make a snack...
~nobody notices the tiny rabbit darting in and out of the neatly stacked bottles on the shelves. as they rattle and wobble, mischief finds himself wondering if bungleau has any circus training... might be fun to find out...
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