‘You have always been unpalatable, it’s true,’ Tehol noted as he gingerly lowered himself onto his bed. ‘Even the fleas avoid you. Just one more of those eternal mysteries, Bugg, that so endears you to me. Or is it endears me to you?’ ‘The former, I think, master.’ ‘Oh, no. You don’t like me. I discover this after all this time?’ ‘I was only commenting on your usage of the appropriate phrase in the context of your statement and the sentiment you presumably wished to express. Of course I like you, master. How could I not?’ ‘You have a point there, Bugg. Anyway, I’m going to sleep now, so if you
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