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_{[ you feel a tension you didn't even know you had release, in your shoulders. it can be fun. you can make it fun. the blood on your muzzle, the screams and destruction and smell of smoke in the air as your toys march along in the background, as you leap upon the little light, like a beam of red striking down from the heavens--

the little castle's white wings are beating frantically, as it struggles amid your teeth. You shake it around like a rag doll, stray bricks scattering on the ground. This is fun. In fact-- it's really thrilling! It seems so weak in your teeth, but Alexander could kill you in a second, if you weren't as clever as you are, springing on it from behind. ]}