Oh maw gawd, is this what I think it is? It is! Another chapter! Sorry about the terribubble cat puns, i tried my best.
I: Next up is... (*checks notes once more) Nepeta Leijon?
Nepeta (N): :33 Yup!
N: :33 *ac's tail flicks in excitement for her interview.
I: Uh, what are you doing?
N: :33 ac explains to the question purrson that she is role purrlaying as her lusus, Pounce De Leon.
I: Errrrrr, yes, well. Can you please stop doing that?
N: :33 ac looks sad as she wonpurrs why she has to stop.
I: Because it is sort of annoying what I am trying to ask you questions.
N: :33 Oh, alright.
I: Good, so tell me what you usually do on... (*back to the notes) Alternia?
N: :33 Oh, well I usually hunt lusii, claw shipping charts on the walls of my cave.
I: Er, shipping charts?
N: :33 Yes! I love to ship all of my furrends together. It's furry fun!
I: You... hunt. And... ship your friends together?
N: :33 Hunting is so fun, and the meat is always tasty when mew catch it right!
I: Uh... (*says under breath) so a cat alien that ships her friends, nope. Nothing weird about that. All in a days work at shield.
N: :33 Uh. Ok... (?)
I: You said something about a lusus. What is that?
N: :33 Mew mean mew don't have lusii? Weird. Well, a troll's lusus is their guardian. A purrotector that takes care of them until the troll is old enough to fend fur themselves. It can be furry dangerous for a little troll with no lusus in Alternia, what with all the adult trolls around.
I: So, they are like your parents? (*wonders why the adults being around would mean danger)
N: :33 Parents?
I: I suppose you don't have those. So why wold it be dangerous for a little troll to be all alone?
N: :33 Oh well, such a little troll, no matter how skilled with a weapon, would surely get culled in an instant!
I: Culled? (*checks dictionary)
Culled: verb: a selective slaughter; to be slaughtered
I: :33 You would do that to your young! (*horrified)
N: :33 It is normal on Alternia, which is why wriggles need lusii!
I: (*wonders what a wriggler is but figures it is a little troll, also is still too horrified)
I: (*throws up in a bucket)
N: :33 33p, not anopurr one!
