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Tien burst into the room, his voice urgent: “Master, I think we need tranquilisers.”
Shen looked up from his book, frowning. “Why is that, Tien?”
“Well you see…Chiaotzu found the cake.”
Shen removed his dark glasses, staring the teenaged triclops down. “He found the cake? My cake? My special secret cake?”
“Y-yes, Master.”
“And he has…?”
“Devoured it, yes.”
In the next room Chiaotzu was zooming around near the ceiling, his eyes wide and glazed, his face smeared with chocolate frosting. He was repeating the word ‘cake’ in a manic gleeful voice. Shen pouted.
“I was saving that cake.”