"That isn't the point!" The dog knight whines, in a very puppy-like fashion, pouting at the sliders. She's torn between two opposite feelings- repulsed, that she might be expected to devour her friends as sandwiches, and jealous, because why isn't she one?.
Her stomach growls. "...I am. I didn't think this would be my first choice, but..."
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Her stomach growls. "...I am. I didn't think this would be my first choice, but..."