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"M-master Lalathanusczek... Is that you? It's so dark..."
"It's not dark. You still have jizz in your eye..."
He scoops your spunk off Crowkor's eye, wiping it clear.
"Ultimate dishonor..."
"You're fine."
"No, master, I am not. This is the end for me. I have failed to devour my Bukkakekon and brought an sworn enemy to climax. My only option now is... Kakroka L'aa..."
The crystal pipes up in a mechanical voice.
<<Kakroka L'aa, direct translation: ritual suicide. Nuances: soul cleansing, spiritual challenge, redemption struggle.>>
"Don't be silly!"
Crowkor shakes his head.
"Master Lalathanusczek, you must be my Kakroka r'eeaww." <<Guide, assistant, minister, companion>>
Felix closes his eyes solemnly.
"As you wish, old friend..."
"But, as your Kakroka r'eeaww, I invoke my right of Last Favors, and ask that you carry Prima and me to the village on the other side of the forest before you begin your Kakroka L'aa."
Crowkor thrashes angrily.
"Never! I will never carry her! If I get her in my claws I will crush her into pulp, I will dash her skull against the ground, I'll-"
"If you do not do this, I will not be your Kakroka r'eeaww."
"..."
"I will carry her as far as the nearest village and no further."
"That's all I ask, friend."
Crowkor closes his eyes and sighs.
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