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was quite upset, but he gained a small measure of joy by sneering at the dim and sorrowful community beneath him.

With a dismissive snort, he twirled away from the window and stomped across his chamber like a gigantic mutant toddler.

Piles of rotten garbage and spoiled food cluttered the chamber’s every surface. Mold and decaying matter burst out of every shelf, drawer, nook, and cranny. Several pipes released thin wisps of sulfide gas that drifted around the mounds of filth. The dried corpses of piranhas, tarantulas, lizards, and bats were strung together and draped across the walls and ceiling.

Fiddlefart grabbed a handful of dripping purple fungus off a table and rubbed it feverishly on his face and under his arms.