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"Butcher! What are you doing out at a time like this?", asked an elderly woman wearing a pink dress and a large, expensive fake furred coat.

"Oh! Uh... hey... you ever have to deal with kids before? I need some help....", he asked.

He walked closer to her with his hand ringing together nervously.

"Kids? What kind of help? Villains stick together but I wouldn't do it for free, whatever it is.", she replied.

She raised an eyebrow at him and held her hands on her hips.

"Lil Mittens and I came across this little girl. She was in rough shape, looked like hadn't eaten in a while and... well I kinda want to get her some fresh clothes.... Doubt sleep'n dirty clothes is comfy.", rambled the Butcher.

"Dirty clothes? How... how thin is she? I mean... does it look like she's eaten in a while?", the older woman asked.

She frowned as she waited for him to speak.

"Well... she looks am...amace-e-ated ugh STARVED! She looked starved. I hope she uses my shower while I'm gone but it would be pointless if she wore the same clothes.... Maybe she could steal mine? But that'd mean she left before I came back.....", The Butcher worried himself at this.

He began to pace a round her. She followed his movements with her eyes and turning to keep facing him.

"Now don't you fret! Granny May has you covered! I don't normally do this, but she sounds like an exemption. I'll wip you up something for her that don't look like you got it specifically for her or she'd bale right then!", she started, "It sounds to me, like you have scared little thing- one that has be talked to gently."

Granny May motioned for him to follow her to her clothing store. Walking in, the night guard tips her hat and walks into the back.

Bye!!
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