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"Fritz." The butler rushed over from the crudite arrangement he was working on. "Yes, master! I am eager to be of aid." "Take this." iAm peeled the cat off himself, prying both of its front claws out of his fleece. "And do whatever it is you do with it." As he turned away, he felt like glancing back and making sure G*dd*mn was okay. But why the fuck would he do that? He had to get to Sal's and check on his staff. Usually he hit the restaurant in the early afternoon, but shit had not been "usual," what with that migraine: Every time his brother had one, they both got a headache. Now, though, with Trez rebounding and no doubt soon to be on the grind with that Chosen, it was time to get back on his own track. If only to keep himself from going psychotic. Jesus Christ, Trez was now going to fuck that female. And God only knew where that was going to land them all. Just as he hit the exit, he called out over his shoulder, "Fritz." Through the din of First Meal prep, the doggen answered back, "Yes, master?" "I never find any seafood in this place. Why is that?" "The King does not favor any manner of fin." "Would he allow it in here?" "Oh, yes, master. Just not upon his table, and certainly never upon his plate." iAm stared at the panels of the door in front of him. "I want you to get some fresh salmon and poach it. Tonight." "But of course. I will not have it ready afore First Meal for you--" "Not for me. I hate fish. It's for G*dd*mn Cat. I want him served that regularly." He pushed the door open. "And get him some fresh veggies. What kind of cat food does he eat?" "Only the best. Hill's Science Diet." "Find out what is in his food--and then I want everything hand-prepared. Nothing out of the bag for him from now on." Approval bloomed in the old doggen's voice: "I'm sure Master Boo will appreciate your special interest." "I'm not interested in that bag of fur." -iAm, Fritz, & Boo"
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"Man, Rhage is playin' with fire," Butch said as he started to rack up the balls. "I give Fritz thirty seconds before he's--Here he comes." "I'm going to pretend I'm not here." V took a swig of his Goose. "Me too." While they got busy grabbing balls, Fritz came steaming across the foyer like a missile seeking a heat source. "Watch your ass, Hollywood, true?" V muttered as Rhage came over with a basket of popped-and-fluffy. "It's good for him. He needs the exercise--Fritz! How are you, buddy?" -Butch, Vishous, & Rhage"
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