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Praetyre replied to his superior;
"I have no idea about the petticoats sir. I'm actually quite surprised to see Domino. He ran away after helping my uncle.."
Praetyre felt a great ping of sadness at the thought of his uncle.
"my uncle.. ease his pain.. with a pillow. Anyway, this mention of petticoats and barbed wire is alien to me, but there might be a connection with a rather horrible Inhabitant I know. A decade or so ago, at a family reunion, there was a rather unpleasant little creature from the other side of my family who called himself Malarkey. He apparently is the owner of a sports car company called Marqui VehicleCo. He was rather rude to me and others, and seemed awfully nice towards our Patriarch's Intern butler. There was something about his eyes that just didn't seem right to me. In terms of being a window to the soul, his soul was corrupted.. even more so than some other Vykkers. There was something about the way he walked and acted around Intern's that I just didn't like. He's a recluse, and only seems to come out every few months for a business meeting from his villa. The rumours I heard of Mafia connections and of something involving an operation about an Intern stage mime make me think.. could he have kidnapped and abused Domino? His servants were very much like him right now. Quite quivering and submissive, not the usual demeanour. So it could be him. I might have an Internophile in my family."
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Arrack returned to normal, quivering and shaking like a Fuzzle. His eyes looked as though they had just been depossessed, a look of pure terror in them. He shouted to the important looking Vykker (Dek);
"Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! I only want to have a good job and live!"
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Domino heard what Praetyre was saying and began having flashbacks again. Horrible disco music played in his mind and delirious colours and Paramite muffin cakes rained like a horrible cacophony. Another invisible force seemed to leave them, and his vision was much more clear. He warbled and babbled again;
"He's right! Don't mention it at all! Keep the memories, HORRIBLE SEARING MEMORIES, buried. Burieeeed! Burieeeeed! Burieeed! Die!"
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Praetyre felt like he was going to be sick. The level of sheer mental abuse they must of suffered made him want to track down and mercilessly slaughter monsters who had done this.
"Sir, let's not bring this up around Domino. It's evident it makes him uncomfortable, and brings back bad memories. But my hypothesis seems to have been correct. As for Arrack, I think we need to send him off to the R&R for some R&R. Hopefully, he can find some amusement their. Of course, we don't want anyone feeling sick, so I'd advise letting him keep the organ bag."
Praetyre turned to Slap;
"Also, Slap, how's the business of ordering for Arrack's equipment going? It could really help psychologically resolve things, not to mention avoiding violating the law and causing mass vomiting."
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