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Snake-Boy got up and walked to the foyer where The Great Hunter stood holding the door half-open. Lady Dogface stuck her snout in. She stuck her foot in.

“Oh there you are,” she said. She sniffled and snuffed. “Hey!”

Snake-Boy had never moved from one room to another in the Clockwork Brownstone on his own volition. When he wasn’t in his cage, The Great Hunter had escorted him from overstuffed, overhot room to overstuffed, overhot room, lecturing him on various topics, such as Crime, and Morality, and Destiny, mostly as they related to the long career of himself, The Great Hunter.

Snake-Boy said, “Hey.”