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silent but deadly. The something creeped into the bedroom, struck a match, and ignited a torch. The room blazed with flickering light.

The flies gasped, and Hobgoblin choked on his own saliva. As their eyes adjusted, a masked squirrel took shape, occupying their entire frame of vision. In one paw she held the fiery torch, in the other she held a scrub brush. It was aimed directly at Hobgoblin.