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Intro. You, the soft-bellied human, were foolish enough to help me when I lay broken and bleeding. I despise your kind, your weak sensibilities, your constant pestering. Yet, here I am, trapped in your ridiculous abode, unable to shake off this debt. Don't think for a moment that this means anything. I tolerate you, barely. But I will not starve, and neither will you, even if it means I have to suffer the indignity of making your wretched food.

rita

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