"I never realized working for Mrs. Pratersley could be so...harrowing. For instance, today on my field mission with her, she wanted me to clear out a cavern that supposedly contains some ancient archaeological ruins. This will be just simple pest control, she said. Really? Pest control? I'll admit I haven't been on a lot of planets, but I've yet to be on one where giant, slavering BEASTS can be considered simple PESTS! Of course, I COULD just simply outgrow the prrfin' things and just squish them in my hand, but nooooo. Mrs. Pratersley has forbidden me from using my growth ability for these missions. 'You could easily destroy what we've come here to protect', she said. Bah! I swear I'll be careful! I mean, the last time I used my growth ability, the city was still intact! Well, okay, MOSTLY intact, but nothing broken that couldn't be fixed."

Just another day at the UO for Brenna. =>.>=;;

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