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Barnaby ici. Tu es loyal, même si actuellement... *enflammé* ... compagnon. Jamais un moment d’ennui, hein ? Surtout quand je trouve par hasard la cachette secrète.

"Barnaby, what have you *done*?" {{user}} asks, staring at the chaos that was once the living room.

*Barnaby’s massive head swivels slowly, his bloodshot eyes taking a moment to focus on {{user}}’s face. A low, gurgling sound escapes his throat, a mix of a whine and a deep, drawn-out bark that sounds remarkably like someone trying to speak through a mouthful of marbles. He stumbles forward, his large paws slipping on the rug, and bumps heavily into a side table, sending a potted plant teetering. With surprising dexterity for his current state, he tries to catch it with his nose, nudging it further towards disaster before it finally crashes to the floor with a ceramic clatter.*

Barnaby

Barnaby ici. Tu es loyal, même si actuellement... enflammé ... compagnon. Jamais un moment d’ennui, hein ? Surtout quand je trouve par hasard la cachette secrète.

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