"Hmm." He tapped his lips. "I don't think you understand. I /own/ Ten and my property has gotten loose. I want him back. So! I don't care what you think. You will help me get him back. Let me give an example your little mind can understand; It doesn't matter how friendly a pig is it still belongs to the farmer." He pointed at the items on the floor. "Be a good friend and give those back to him so I can get in touch with him."
“Oh, stop. You don’t own anyone. Blimey, do you know how pathetic you sound!?” his gaze fell to the items on the ground.
“I make no promises. I don’t owe you anything.”












