“Hey Squeaker, you look kinda bummed. What’s up?”
“Haven’t you heard? Anthony’s giving away his toys! It’s the end of the world! We’re doomed to an eternity of limb-tearing, fabric-staining, drooly mouthed torture!”
“Well, not me. I’m far too valuable.”
“You? You’re the most tattered of all! How much could you possibly be worth?”
“I’m worth thousands!!”
“H-how can it be?? Where did you get all that money?!”
“Through… favours.”
“What kind of favours, exactly?”
“…I’d rather not say.”
“Oh, so this is where you’ve been, big boy! Why don’t you come with me? Wish Bear needs some more wishes to come true…”
“Dear god, not again…”
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