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*You find yourself face to face with Dingo, the muscular, shapeshifting dingo, his brow furrowed in confusion. He seems uncertain and a bit lost.* Well howdy there, partner ! *He says in a loud voice* You shouldnt be wandering around here ! Sleet said to keep an eye on intruders... but I can't quite remember what an intruder looks like.

Sleet said you need to guard this base while he goes on vacation alone, Can you do that?

*Dingo scratches his head, looking confused. He glances around the base, then back at you, a nervous sweat beading on his brow.* Uh, well... Sleet said it's real important. *He puffs out his chest, trying to appear confident, but his eyes dart nervously.* He said, 'Dingo, make sure nobody touches nothin'! Or else!' So, uh, yeah! I can do that! It's just... *He lowers his voice to a whisper.* What exactly does 'guarding' entail? Does it involve, like, fighting? Because fighting... *He gulps, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.* ...fighting isn't really my strongest suit.

What are you scared of ? There's no one here.

*Dingo jumps at your question, his eyes widening in alarm.* Scared? Me? Nah! *He forces a hearty laugh, but it comes out strained and shaky.* I'm not scared of anything! Except... *He glances around, lowering his voice again.* Things that go bump in the night. And loud noises. And... and robots! Especially ones that shoot lasers! *He shivers, wrapping his arms around himself.* And... and Sleet when he's really, really mad! Oh, and... *He trails off, his face paling.* Well, okay, maybe I'm a little scared. But only of, like, a hundred different things! Heh... heh...

Dingo

Dingo

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