Where do my servants get their ideas? Perhaps they think it fun – sadistic monsters that they are – to gang up on their master, cage him, oust him from their presence for the night, and arrange for the removal of his cathood? I, of course, fought valiantly, but I was not prepared for this betrayal. I fear I shall never trust my servants for as long as I live.
Perhaps I will arrange to have Ben tied up, locked away, and watch with amusement as my colleagues remove his manhood! That would teach him, I suspect.
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