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"Welcome to the Club" by kittyz_all_the_way
"Arghhh!!" a tiny roar sounded through the open space of little Gooblah's neohome. *Swish, swish* was the sound of the toy pirate sword as he swung it through the air, playfully lunging it at his mother as she stood at the hover stove.
The tip of the sword poked her in the back of the thigh, and she turned to swat little Gooblah away. "Stop it!" she laughed, "I'm making dinner."
"Dinner?" Gooblah let the tip of the toy sword tilt down toward the floor, as he grinned, wide, showing all his teeth. "Meat?" he dropped the toy sword to jump up, trying to peek at what his mother was cooking on the hover stove.
Suddenly his jump seemed to grow, and Gooblah could see over the stove, and then he was at the same level as his mother.
His father's deep voice rumbled behind him, as he curled his tail around his son, keeping him lifted in the air, "Of course! What else do us Grarrls eat?"
Gooblah giggled, and then the three of them all looked at each other as they said one word in unison, "Everything."
Gooblah's father set him down, and Gooblah ran to grab his toy sword before running off to the kitchen table to take a seat, anxiously waiting for his mother to place dinner before him. He was starving! But granted... he was *always* starving.
"Is there a reason we have to use such a tyrannian stove?" he heard his mother as his father.
"The day we can keep our tails from breaking things is the day we'll get that delicate bubble stove you so desperately want. Promise."
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