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Jorgee stewed in his private quarters. His anger drove the very thought of retribution through the border of fury and into the petrified forests of malfeasance. Shortly thereafter, there was a knock on his door. Much to his surprise, Jorgee found Beggle the porcupine standing there. "Leave me be Beggle," said Jorgee. "Oh come now, Jorgee. You mustn't take this too hard. It's been a long time coming you know," explained Beggle in his wise and sagely tone. Jorgee, not amused scoffed in his reply, "Long time coming you say. You seem to think I've been too hard on the boy. It's obvious he didn't plan this alone. I seem to remember having your needles in my backside Beggle," finishing his words in a monotone of disgust.
Beggle, shrugged off the comment, smiled lightly as and replied, "now, now Jorgee, I was helplessly kidnapped and hurtled into a couch, and I had just managed to wiggle myself out whenwellyou were there. This was all just a misunderstanding. I was an innocent bystander, a conscientious objector I was." Beggle's heart was playfully grinning and chuckling inside at what had happened the way an old grandfather would laugh at the sibling rivalry of his grandsons at play. "Mmhmm, I see. Well, it was an exciting string of coincidences if you ask me.
Nevertheless, you will help me now. You will help me." "Help you?" Beggle said with an offended sense of porcupinity. "Hardly the chance old friend, that isunless you need some tea. I make a mean cup of tea." Then,
Jorgee smiled and sauntered over to his nice little bed and looked ever so slightly back at Beggle and crept into bed. With his back to Beggle he made one last statement that dripped with sarcasm towards the end. "Your time will come, Beggle, just be readygood day.o-l-df-r-i-e-n-d."
Beggle smirked, adjusted his glasses, tucked a book under his arm, turned around, and closed the door behind him. He mused over the possible ways Jorgee could trouble his life by involving him in any sort of retaliation against Nerfy the small chinchilla. Nevertheless, Beggle dismissed everything as a mere inconvenience and resigned himself to the perspective that cooler heads would prevail and that the Merpner house would be a place of peace.
Meanwhile, Jorgee's sleep was disturbed by images of the mad chicken chasing him wildly around the house. Yes it was true, the thing must have been part turkey. "SQUAK!! CHEEP- CHEEP-CHEEP, SQUAK, SQUAK GOBBLE GOBBLE!" It flittered and fluttered. Feathers were flying everywhere while Jorgee was fleeing for his life. Jorgee stirred from sleep sat up in anger. His brow furrowed, lips pursed, and whiskers devilishly straight, he searched his thoughts for the answer. Then, it came to him. Jorgee had retrieved from the inner darkness of his mind a game so ugly, a plan so foul, and revenge so sweet. It was as if a large mouth watering fish had been laid before him in honor of his glorious intellect and stature. He was reenergized. The time had come. This Norse cat's new tool for inflicting pain had finally arrived, and its name wasGACKABALL.
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