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It seemed the bandit had added another tool to his toolbox, right along side toe biting. Pissing on his brother had the intended affect; though Peter was not quick about it and ended up with a golden shower, he eventually got to his paws, and stayed there. Ferret looked on, a single nod and a snort expressing his callous approval. The next step was getting back up the bank. Ferret stepped behind his brother and roughly bumped his arse with his snout. "Up," he commanded, bumping him again. "Move it."