“Cal, this has to be the third-floor Boss. We’ll evolve the others first—let me play with the kitty!” she begged. “I name you Snowball, and all who face you shall feel your wrath!” she told the kitten seriously. It tiredly purred back at her. <Snowball? C’mon. Imagine this place in two weeks,> I pleaded. <‘Look out, it’s… Snowball! Yeah, ol’ Johnny got mauled by… Snowball.’ Heh. That… that’s actually hilarious. I’m in. Snowball it is.>
