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Fig glowered at his sister as he continued mopping up the slop and subsequently consuming it against his will. He felt like he'd been played, which meant there was retribution to be won. So, as soon as he'd finished cleaning himself up, he pounced on Fenn and attempted to gobble up one of her floppy ears. See how she liked something being dropped on her head. Something like his FACE.

Take that, sister friend.