Teryl's Tales of Whim~Mac Brebber marched briskly through the rows of cubicles, huffing tensely under his bristling moustache, "Miss Pintersnit..."
"Mizz... Sir," corrected the dark eyed maiden clad in bog-shadow purples and amanita white, her namesake, midnight painted nails continuing to tap away at her designated keyboard.
"Miss-- Ms. Pintersnit! You have a crow on your shoulder."
"Yes, I do, sir."
"Can I pet it, please?"
"Yes you may, sir."
"Eee."
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