The green girl grunted and took the newly-obtained can of clams from her mutant hamster's outstretched paw. Grudge furrowed his brow concernedly. The always-present anger in Vendetta's eyes was gone. There was something else in its place. Fatigue? Worry? Sadness? The fiendish hamster touched his master's arm tenderly, offering to open the container for her.
Vendetta pulled her arm away. "I am not hungry anymore." She placed the metal can on the counter and walked in the opposite direction. "Hamster! We are going to the living room and watching the Mollusk Channel."
Grudge's expression deflated. He hated the Mollusk Channel. It was a TV station that played elevator music and constantly showed pictures of… mollusks. Still, he was worried about Vendetta. It may be good to keep an eye on her. Shrugging off his hatred for regarding shellfish, he joined his master in the den.
After an hour of watching her favorite program, The History of Clams, Vendetta's eyelids began to feel heavy. She yawned, letting the exhaustion flow through her body. The fiend maker was submerged in a deep slumber less than ten seconds later.
Grudge looked up from his newspaper and smiled at the sleeping dictator across the room. She looked so non-threatening and at peaceful when she slept. Like a harmless little girl. Vendetta would be furious if she knew her hamster felt that way. The giant rodent grunted softly, making his way to the other side of the living room. He switched off the television and turned to the child hellraiser lying on the couch. He put one paw under her knees and the other at the top of her back. Then, he gently took her into his arms and carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom, setting her down on the fiend bed. He turned off the lights and grunted a goodnight to the little green girl. Stepping over the creaking floorboards, the giant hamster returned to his own chamber.