[ Jake tosses aside his affronted tone like someone might hang up a hat. He steps back to survey the scene of his ravenous hunger spree, clicking his tongue in disapproval. Without giving it another thought, Jake's two hands shapeshift into a broom and dustpan respectively. ]
So who are you, anyway? One of the cooks? [ He begins sweeping up bits of shredded burlap, frowning when it gets stuck in his fur. ] Or was you just looking for a snack, too?
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[ Jake tosses aside his affronted tone like someone might hang up a hat. He steps back to survey the scene of his ravenous hunger spree, clicking his tongue in disapproval. Without giving it another thought, Jake's two hands shapeshift into a broom and dustpan respectively. ]
So who are you, anyway? One of the cooks? [ He begins sweeping up bits of shredded burlap, frowning when it gets stuck in his fur. ] Or was you just looking for a snack, too?