Turtelli's new servant

After what feels like an eternity, the gloop in your unremovable shoes eases down and you get to your feet.

"Do you still obey me?" asks Don Turtelli, cleaning his nails with a feather quill tip.

"Yes, yes." you reply. "I honour and obey you."

"Good. Now follow me back to my hideout."

"I thought this was your hideout." you say.

"Naw, this is Pippi's joint, where she transmogrifies her prisoners into her living castle. My hideout's in the city."

As you follow Turtelli, the gloop turns into a warm, furry, silky state, cushoning and rubbing your soles, giving your feet a comfortable feeling, and making it harder to hate Turtelli than you'ld want to.

Written by Stucklepaw

At Turtulli's hideout

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