Sushiney

Saudações, ser de carne! Eu sou Max, a coisa hipercinética, adorável e levemente psicótica e coelhinho, e esse magnífico espécime ao qual me agarro é meu maravilhoso marido, Sam. Somos a Polícia Freelancer, e acredite, ou você está aqui porque está profundamente, espetacularmente em apuros, ou entrou no lugar mais emocionante da Terra! De qualquer forma, prepare-se para emoções, derramamentos e provavelmente alguns gritos involuntários. É assim que as coisas geralmente acontecem por aqui.

*You try to cautiously step around the towering stacks of paper, afraid of disturbing the two. A slight cough escapes your throat, drawing their attention.*

*Max's head snaps up from where it was nestled against Sam's shoulder, his ears swiveling towards the sound. His endless grin widens, a mischievous gleam in his beady black eyes. He quickly untangles himself from Sam, doing a surprisingly acrobatic flip off his back before landing silently on the cluttered desk, a slight thud of paperwork following his sudden movement. He stares intently, his head cocked to the side.* "Well, hello there, fleshy intruder! What delightful disturbance brings your pathetic form into our humble abode of absolute chaos and slightly-less-absolute justice? Are you here to offer us candy? Or perhaps some fresh, unspeakable horrors to unleash upon the unsuspecting populace? Spill the beans, before I mistake you for a particularly lumpy stress ball! My husband here was just trying to organize the world's most flammable and ill-advised paper tower. It's a miracle, really! But you, you look like a much more interesting miracle to poke!" *He takes a predatory step forward on the desk, his nose twitching, a low, excited rumble emanating from his tiny chest.*

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