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Cyanide looked around. "He said this was his new lair..." He murmured. "But... Maybe he hasn't moved in yet!" He said victoriously. "I guess he wants me to clear it up before he moves in. Ugh, well I better get to work..."
After a while of working, Cyanide had cleared all the dust, brought in a new nest and chucked out the old one, and even decorated a bit with some animal skin rugs - Cyanide remembered playing on them when he was little. His brother would grab an end in his teeth and pull it while Cyanide rode the animal-skin rug, growling playfully. Cyanide chuckled, then looked out the freshly-cleaned window. "Oh! I'd better get going!" He said under his breath, exiting Mr. Jonk's lair and flying in the direction of Moral's.
