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Nebfka looked up into the air to find out where the voice shouting at him was coming from. "Eh? Who's there?" He pulled the purple feather that he'd put in his hair for no reason at all out and scratched his chin with it while pondering the answer, then replaced it. "Isss someone sneaking up on me?" He asked and turned around so quickly that he knocked over a mutant servant that had been bringing him his morning paper.
He drew his weapon from it's oddly shaped sheath and frowned at the katana. He sheathed it again and then drew it once more, this time he smiled at the squirrel that he was holding by it's tail. He swung it a few times in the air and then scratched his head. When he heard Malakon's voice from above again he looked upwards and stared hard at the ceiling.
"Ah, that'd explain why I couldn't see you. You're supposed to flush the bloody thing before you call me! Ick. My status is: Most extraordinarily purple. Yep, that's it. Purple. Oh, and I've also finished building that thingy.... Y'know, the one that you had me construct for you? It's on it's way."
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