““All right,” he muttered and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. “Did anyone call VF?” “No, we didn't want to get busted,” the short, stocky human replied. “Good, go downstairs and tell everyone it’s cool. He won't hurt anyone. He's like a pet tiger.” “Tigers eat people,” the short, stocky human said. “Only if you piss him off, so don't give him a reason.””
