Creaky old dachshund hears squabbling amongst people about whether they themselves are good writers or not, goes and rouses his master.
Trey comes in, looks around the place and knocks FOUR silly heads together, grumbling-
"Get back to work! You are all brilliant!"
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The dreams down here aren't broken, nah, they're walkin' with a limp...
The best-dressed newt in Mournhold.
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