From all the paths that peculiar group of unlikely heroes have embarked on, I’m fairly sure in assert that this was the most FETID one.

Holy Graces, even I can feel it, up here from my abstruse narrative dwelling.

And the seemingly never-disbanded group of intrepid heroes wander inside the dark corridors of a opressing sewer, slowly losting their path each turn they take inside the tortuous labyrinth, albeilt the reason for such misdirection remains an unexplicable mystery.

Despite the ominous atmosphere, Mr. Rabbit found himself in a good mood, and kept babbling about the drawing:

“Hohoho, but seriously, that was kind of nice, Meryl, my friend. Thank you!”

Max agreed:

“It was cute. But where did you find the time to do that?”

To which Meryl the Mole responded, with a distant, blank tone:

“heh… time.”

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