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Fred unfastened his armor to reveal that he too had stolen a sports bra
and “Does it make me look sexy?” he asked. Astra cringed and put a little
more distance between herself and the freaky knight. “You’ve got to be
kidding me...” she hoped aloud. Fred graced them with a good natured chuckle that warmed their souls like a steaming cup of tea on a cold winter's morn. “But of course I’m kidding!” he declared with a charismatic sweep of his right arm while he fastened his armor back into place with the other. Astra gulped. “If you’re kidding then why are you still wearing it!?”“Hmmm?” Fred innocently replied, kneeling down on one knee to pet Velus. “Wearing what?” “THE BRA!”“Oooh...right. About that...” Fred scratched his head as his eyes narrowed in either thoughtful concentration or severe constipation.Or perhaps severe concentration or thoughtful constipation. We may never really know. Anyway Fred finally admitted what had started out as a joke was now “...maturing into a lifestyle choice. This bra really anchors my chest in place in a remarkable way. And I swear it does something for my upper body blood circulation. Also we mustn't ever forget how good I look in it,” he lectured her. "I really feel like one of the beautiful people right now.” “Whatever floats your boat,” Astra dully conceded, always the open-minded one.“Shouldn’t we be moving on!?” Velus yelped with tail a’waggin’ and mouth a’droolin’ and fleas a'bitin and tongue a'hangin and... “Quiet, mutt! No one can understand your stupid barks!” Fred raged, kicking the poor boy-dog in the ribs.“Stupid dogs,” the princess agreed. “Anyway, shouln’t we be moving on?” So which door will it be?
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