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Another squirming body was soon on top of him, and Malrok protested like nobody's business. He wriggled and writhed, unhappy with this latest advancement. He rolled, Pingasut fell off, and Malrok began to squeak due to lack of warmth and touch. Just then, the great mother beast put him back next to his red brother. Malrok was content for a moment, though no more than three seconds passed before he started thrashing about again. There was no reason for him to do so, Malrok just did. He was fussy to the extreme, constantly moving about and full of energy (unless he was passed out or suckling).