/ forgive me for the title, my siblings are watching Phineas and Ferb
Quantumstar was rummaging through the kitchen, his brow furrowed as he knocked over blenders and toasters and such. He'd seen a number of ants scuttling around the kitchen and was intent on finding where they were getting in. "Damn bugs." The president cursed under his breath, sidestepping a cracked platter and glaring down at a tiny hole in the wall.
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Toril peeped around the corner of the kitchen, almost laughing at seeing the things fall over as the leader rummaged around, muttering about bugs and getting annoyed. "Huh, uh, what are you doing?" Toril asked, walking into the kitchen now. The vixen looked slightly concerned.
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Tensing up as a voice rang out, the alabaster lion turned slightly and stared at Toril. "Figuring out where these damn ants keep coming from. What are you doing?" he asked in return, stomping a heavy paw on an unsuspecting ant.
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Toril tipped her head to the side. "Er - I was just wandering," she said. She wanted off the subject of what she was doing, anyway. "I can help, if you like. Ants always have a start point. Or we could just find an anteater," Toril suggested, thinking anteaters were funny anyway. Their long tongues and all.
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"An anteater? Who the fuck would want to eat ants?" The president grunted in confusion, his gaze trailing away from the vixen and focusing on another ant. "But your help would be appreciated. Start looking."
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"An anteater," she smirked. "I'll go check it out, from the outside. Be back soon," she said before heading out of the kitchen and out of the white house. To the side, she started looking low to the ground, around the premises.
Aha!
Just outside of the kitchen, there was a hole of ants, coming in and out, carrying little crumbs and such. Hm, gross. Toril soon ran back into the kitchen. "Just what I suspected. They're sneaking in from the outside, and coming through the wall. We could try and drown them out, but I'm not sure that would work. Maybe poison them?" She asked, thinking. She had a great deal with ants before.
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He simply grunted in understanding as she left, returning to his search for the interior entrance. Finding nothing useful, the massive lion sat down and awaited Toril's return. "Poison in the kitchen sounds hazardous to our citizens." he said once she finished her explanation. "But I know a trick to killing ants: cornmeal. The fuckers can't digest the stuff and end up dying. What do you say we place piles of cornmeal around each entrance and exit?"