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Caoimhe wasn't sure. "Vant you new name?" Vlad teased, brows dancing majestically out of sync on his forehead. "Creb Leep?" It was catchier than Meestery Beauty, and more in keeping with the names he had given the others - Stenderds, Limpy Menn, Bleckface. He did not yet know what to call the boiled sea urchin of a wolf that Caiaphas had dragged in, but it would come to him. "Cen also poot on send!" Vlad suggested, thinking that perhaps the crap would spot an opportunity and make a break for it. Vlad stretched out his neck and spoke directly to the creature in the slow, condescendingly loud voice one might use to address a native of a country one is visiting: "GEEV YOU CHENCE TO LEEVING MUCH YEARS EEF LETTING GO."