I was walking my circles on the street to stay warm early morning while waiting for a client, when I noticed that Whotter had logged on. He wasn't anywhere near though on my radar, so that got me a bit worried. I sent him a teleport request.
(radar): Whotter entered chat range.
Whotter? Where were you?
Whotter staid still
You know i don't like it when you go off the sim without my permission.
Whotter roars softly
I don't want you to get into trouble. Or someone keep you as his pet, or in some zoo
Fish!
You have fish. Fish and chips, bought from my hard-earned money.
Whore!
I sighed. This was going nowhere.
It pays the bills honey. No whore, no fish!
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