An elaborate eye-roll was Mojo’s only reaction as he turned toward the kitchen, returning shortly with two freshly brewed cups of coffee that were most definitely not a dark Peruvian blend. But if they didn’t like it then they could go somewhere else--stay with Fuzzy instead, maybe. Surely it would be good for for the country bumpkin and the demonic entity to bunk together for a while. He would most definitely have to find a way to install cameras at Fuzzy’s place to catch all the action if such a thing happened. He could always use a laugh.
But, of course, he couldn’t let HIM know about the sitcom unfolding in his mind at the very thought.
“Of course you must stay here,” Mojo said as he settled into the armchair next to the couch with his cup. “Having personally witnessed the destruction that the Powerpuffs are capable of and the utter lack of respect they have for villains’ personal property, it wouldn’t be right for me turn you out. For now.”
“But were you doing anything evil to attract them to your place of residence in such a manner? Were they attempting to stop you from doing something and took their rambunctious need to serve justice too far, as is often the way in which they do things? Or was it a completely unjustified intrusion with no reason provided by your actions for them to be in that particular location? Something of a hotline-crank-call situation again which would need to be rectified?”
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