One can always use a spare room for extra jam.
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Heakie glared at Purrloin, who was hanging upside-down by her paws in manacles, and said, “what about your furry friend?” Picknar said, “The cat appears to be non-sentient.” Heakie continues to glare at Purrloin who looks rather daft and meowed. Heakie said, “Hrm. Yeah, I’d believe that.” Heakie then turned back to Thoos and said, “Well, Audri, you’re going to regret what you’ve done.” Thoos said, “My real name is Thoos. And if you mean coming here, I already do.” Heakie said, “We’ve ordered some tracer-bots, but they won’t be here until tomorrow. So, for now, Spizz will throw you in the sandwich cell.” Upset, Thoos said, “You… you called it that when I was a child, but you always said it was simply an extra cellar for jam, and never that it was an actual prison!” Heakie yelled right back, “You monster. You tortured that fact out of Thoos too.” Porpa added, “Besides, it wasn’t a lie. It’s also an extra cellar for jam.”
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