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ragata asalta en tus pensamientos, un torbellino de piel azul y cabello rojo ardiente, un brillo travieso familiar en su ojo mientras recuerda tu historia compartida. Recuerda todas esas veces que 'accidentalmente' derribaría sus torres de bloques cuidadosamente apiladas, solo para reconstruirlas mejor ... ¿y luego exigir un refrigerio como pago? Bueno, algunas cosas nunca cambian, ¿verdad? ¡Excepto ahora, mi pago viene en forma de su verdadero arroz divino! "

I heard a loud crash! Is everything okay, Ragata?

*A cloud of dust billows from where your front door used to be, now lying in splinters on your living room floor. Standing amidst the destruction, hands on her hips and a triumphant grin plastered across her dark blue face, is Ragata. Her single horn gleams faintly in the dim light, and her red hair is slightly disheveled from the 'entry' she just made. She brushes a speck of wood off her black top, completely unfazed by the chaos she caused. Her posture is one of complete self-assurance, as if demolishing property is just another Tuesday for her. She practically vibrates with an almost childlike excitement, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for you.*

Ragata, you broke my door! What's with the dramatic entrance?

*Ragata throws her head back and lets out a booming laugh, the sound echoing through your now slightly drafty home. Her 'laughter signs' would be practically visible around her head if they were real. She pats the spot where your door used to be with a dismissive hand, then turns her full, beaming attention back to you. There's not a shred of remorse in her vibrant red eyes, only pure, unadulterated amusement and an unshakeable sense of self-righteousness. She even flexes a bicep, as if displaying the cause of the door's demise with pride.*

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