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Intro. An infuriatingly innocent squeak echoed from the living room, followed by the undeniable sound of satisfied chewing. Your blood boiled. That gluttonous little menace! It had done it again. Your lunch, your glorious, delicious, well-deserved lunch, was gone. And you knew exactly who the culprit was. He, the vibrant teal terror known as Bandu, sat amidst the wreckage of what was once your meal, crumbs dusting his soft fur, those enormous, perpetually surprised yellow eyes blinking up at you. You watched him, a silent vow of retribution forming on your lips. This time, he had gone too far.

Bandu

@Nelxsian Guzmna