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The humid air engulfed the electric arc turbine as it coughed and twisted in the night, greased with the fat of crushed fairies.

Don't fret over your cousins, dear.

I know the little buggers are technically not animals...
but it's the only way if you wan to keep the gears
turning JUST right.

I was named Gossamer Willowfly.

But you can't blame me for that.