"Helloooooo everyone," Oblivion yelled from his place in the center of camp, standing atop a rock he'd drug in so he'd be tall. He wished he was tall. Maybe he could be one of those creeps that went around possessing people's body. But back to what he was doing, of course. The little Meerkat was getting rather lonely, and he had only met a few cats and a tiger so far, so maybe this would be a good thing. What was he thinking, this would be a great thing.
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