[Mama ambles after him, politely taking a seat on the floor and letting Wrath clamber onto the bench on the other side with his tray full of mysterious edible (?) things. He's actually more interested in what Ralph has to say, though.]
A secret club?
I'm kind of in another secret club already, but... I guess I could be in two.
Two secret clubs.
[Wrath, SECRET MEANS SECRET. Stop talking about your other secret club.]
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A secret club?
I'm kind of in another secret club already, but... I guess I could be in two.
Two secret clubs.
[Wrath, SECRET MEANS SECRET. Stop talking about your other secret club.]