So the Ronin Force Recruitment Drive is full swing. Worst time of my life!
I have a pile of mail just covering everything. Lungfish wants me to read every piece of paper that came in. I don’t know how anyone ever hires anyone for anything with the amount of paper I have. My desk just getting more confused, the more applications I take out.
This mess looks worse than my ball of yarn after a catnip frenzy. Hey! I wonder where that ball went… It was so pretty and red.
Uh. Anyways. I think people just sent in piles of old newspaper or something for their applications. One of them even come in soaking wet. Hello, how am I, a Queen, going to have to deal with that? I had people for that. Well. I did. Before I married Major Faultfunk.
He’s been so testy since I took his jacket. It’s like he thinks I did it just to spite him . The problem is – it’s not my fault. It belongs to Ronin Force. He’s not in Ronin Force.
So… you know. Quid Pro Quo.
Or at least. That’s what I think that means.
I can’t just keep holding his hand like this. They have lawyers for that on the surface. I’d do it for him, but Earth just doesn’t respect my regal bearing like some places do. Like Mars. They may not have drinkable water, but they know how to treat a cat! Me-ow!
Oh well. He’s just going to have to grow up. Because we can only have the elite in Ronin Force. That’s what our motto says after all. Elites Only. Or something. You can’t be elite if you went to jail. So, I’ll just keep his jacket right where it belongs. At Ronin Force HQ.
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