We do what we must, chum.: Fleas? What about ’em?
So, Barky brought up th’question of fleas. I’m sure that some of ya mighta been thinkin’ what ol’ Crowley would ‘ave to say about this particular topic.
Well, if I were wunna those true-blooded Gilneans, I’d likely say somethin’ like…
*Lord Crowley exercises his best falsetto and hand-flopping.*
“Well, I never! As if any self-respecting Gilnean would even entertain the thought of being host to a parasitic creature as vile as a flea. Sir, you’ve insulted my dignity and I won’t have it!”
I, ‘owever, am not such a Gilnean.
So… fleas? Let’s be ‘onest, ‘oo gives a damn? All creatures’re out fer their own survival, us worgen too. Circle of life’n all that, innit? So if a worgen ‘as a flea or two, s’just natural. I’m thinkin’ it’d be a bit paradoxical to ‘ate on nature as a worgen, don’cha think, chum?
Oh dear, he’s taken to calling me ‘Barky’ again…