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Fox cackled at the entirety of his response. In some ways, Fang was beginning to remind her of Peregrine. She wondered if the two of them would get along, or if their similarities would only cause them to butt heads (lol, buttheads). “To answer your question,” she said, “Only the most highly trained Dickwit Detectors can be certified to carry out such a task. It’s a great honor, you see.” Once upon a time, she had been part of the Board of Proper Border Protocol. She felt she had moved up in the world of ridiculous titles. Perhaps she would acquire more as time went on.

“Maybe you should be a Dingle-Berry Expert,” she added with a devilish grin, lashing her tail in amusement. Apparently, she didn't have what it took for such a duty (lol, doodie), but Fang seemed to know a thing or two about poo stuck in his butt.