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“So, ya name’s Francine, eh? I like Pup better, I think I’ll jus’ keep on callin’ ya that.” Francine sat rigorously contemplating nothing and heartily ignored everything. It felt like an eternity but she knew to be 4728 seconds. The column-creature descended much quicker this time, as it was expected by everyone in the room this time, so it could not make a dramatic entrance this time. Its limbs seemed to droop more, with much less eerie wavering about, and half of its eyes were closed tight. “Those that command me are forcing my hands with you, they seem to like you for some inexplicable reason, Francine. I can barely bear your continued existence, but it’s over my head, what a shame. All right now, in you go, both of you.” It proceeded to open its mouth wider than it should have been able to. Pleasantly perplexed, Master happily jaunted right in and dove head-first into the gaping chasm. After a nigh-eternity of same, Master was giddy at the proposition of the unknown. Francine was more hesitant, cautiousness still invading her mind like a botfly. “I don’t advise going headfirst like your companion, there is a rather nasty drop that can be quite jarring I’m sure.”