[ She's coming into the Boulevard, an orange tabby on her shoulder. With its ears perked up, it and Power, with her horns, are a pair. And she just walks right into the Boulevard and puts her hands on her hips, looking down at the scraggly children, chock full of authority that she does not have whatsoever. ]
You there, human children! You will tell me where this is!
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You there, human children! You will tell me where this is!