Fur took notice of the popularity her spinoff was getting. Pretty soon, it may even garner true popularity among her colleagues and peers. But she had business to do as she stepped into the pasta dimension, Werehood by her side.
"Where are we going again?"
"You shall see."
Fur guided Were many miles, demolishing a fair number of trolls along the way. At last, they stopped at the mouth of a black blood-soaked tower. "Haven't been here in a while." Fur breathed as they walked in. Immediately, they were greeted by a mechanical woman.
"How may I help you, bitches?"
"Good afternoon to you too, Jesse." Was Fur's reply. Were hadn't gotten an interjection in by this point, still bamboozled as to what exactly was going on. "We need to check the Article Listing." Jesse nodded and turned, raising her arms and coils, in which a holographic scripture was projected into the room.
Fur, being a sentient brick wall, or nurikabe, had little issue finding the proper trollpastas and failpastas and stamping them out. "Becoming an admin is a lot of work, Were." She spoke, trampling the newest BEN ripoff. "You must always be vigilant, always wary of the evils in this land."
Were then knew his purpose for being there. It was to learn. To learn that, with experience, even the most unlikely of beings may rise to power in this land. In a few hours time, they left and returned to chat, ready for the next lesson.
