[As things have it, Emil is in the grocery store today, picking out the items he'll need for tonight's dinner. Some carrots and potatoes... hmm, should he use beef or pork? He'll just stand in front of the meat freezer for a moment to decide, weighing his options.
Until there's suddenly a furry brown mass attaching to his face, that is.]
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Until there's suddenly a furry brown mass attaching to his face, that is.]
Whoa! W-what the heck?