;wait 500 us
There's often woofers, puppers and floofers chilling with their owners.
The rhythm mix sounds muddy.
With black unseeing eyes the old woman, the crone, stares at him and through him. Over and over she mutters a word that he cannot quite catch, something like Toomderoom.
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