[The door does present a problem. Gef II is in possession of tiny, mischievous fingers, but not of the size or strength needed to manipulate a door knob. The boot is too heavy to scale the walls with, and there are no holes near the baseboard of a size to drag it through.
He has labored to get his prize as far as he can, but no more. The dhampir rises, as do the ferret's hackles. With an angry hiss, he scrambles across the floor and up the wall in a blur of dark grey and white fur. Farewell, beloved boot! How poor Gef has loved and lost.
He will go shred up some toilet paper in the bathroom as he mourns.]
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He has labored to get his prize as far as he can, but no more. The dhampir rises, as do the ferret's hackles. With an angry hiss, he scrambles across the floor and up the wall in a blur of dark grey and white fur. Farewell, beloved boot! How poor Gef has loved and lost.
He will go shred up some toilet paper in the bathroom as he mourns.]