"Sniff, sniff... sniff, sniff..."
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After finishing her vanilla ice cream, Klee Meow suddenly twitched her little pink nose and began sniffing around.
Soon, Little Plushie locked onto her target-
Mr. 5, who, like everyone else, was doing his best to shrink into himself.
"Heave-ho!"
Klee Meow jumped off her stool and scampered over to him.
"Big brother, do you like making bombs too, meow?"
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Klee Meow clung to the edge of the table, her eyes shining as she stared at the somewhat bewildered Mr. 5.
"No, no, no! I don't know how to make bombs!"
Although he had no idea why Klee Meow was asking about this, Mr. 5 firmly denied it, terrified that he might accidentally offend the little kitty before him...
He had no choice. The moment this little kitty came over, everyone, cats included-even that terrifying Sapphire Star-had shot him warning looks. He dared not do anything that could cause a misunderstanding.
"But you smell really strongly of gunpowder, meow... You aren't lying to Klee, are you?"
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Little Plushie frowned and eyed Mr. 5 suspiciously.
"I really don't know how to make bombs!" Mr. 5 was on the verge of tears. He hastily took out the gunpowder he normally used as "seasoning" and volunteered everything. "It's just that eating the Bomb-Bomb Fruit made me enjoy eating all kinds of explosives, so I usually carry some gunpowder around as a snack."
"The Bomb-Bomb Fruit!"
(=ω=)
At that name, Little Plushie's eyes instantly lit up. "That's so nice! Klee really wants that power too, meow..."
Her words instantly left Mr. 5 drenched in cold sweat. He was terrified that Xie Wen would draw that salted-fish blade and cut him down to make the Bomb-Bomb Fruit respawn, all to please the kitty before him.
It wasn't that