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Catching my breath, “The Fuck were you thinking, Gojira?” I yelled.
“I just saved your life, you Ungrateful Monkey!”, she snarled back.’
“I didn’t want your help, Tinker Toad!” I return.
“Hairless Ape!” She volleyed back.
“Tree Hatched Shell Slime!”
“Fruit Eating Mud Monkey!”
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“What is it that you do?” She elaborated, chuckling softly to herself at some slight joke, “When you’re not being dragged into the desert by an annoyed Princess in a rush.” She could joke at her own expense? That was a surprise. Even to her, perhaps.
“I’m a scribe’s assistant.” He told her, “I spend my days running about the archives, sorting, copying, running errands, occasionally a trip to another town or city.” He explained to her.
“Ah, so you’re the assistant scribe…” She mused, nodding her head a tiny bit.
“What does that mean?”
“Well, I may not have memorized your names, but I did pick each of you for a particular reason.” She began to elaborate upon what she’d said, “As I told you, I was to help construct a new palace. A new city around it even. I’d need different people to fill certain roles to get things started.”
“Including a scribe’s assistant?”
“Including a scribe’s assistant.” She repeated with a chuckle. Or perhaps, more of a giggle? That could’ve been his imagination though, “I would’ve needed someone to help me sort through and draft plans and such.” She further elaborated.