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What's it like to be a Galactor goon?
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His body was rigid, standing stiffly, ready to bow at a strict forty-five degree angle when their Sire passed by. He could hear every word Lord Katse uttered.
"Hmmm... this looks like shoddy workmanship." he was saying. "How am I supposed to deliver these mecha on Leader X's schedule when I have such incompetents working for me?
The purple cape approached, and he made the requisite bow, a formal greeting of "Sire" passing his lips at the exact moment the Galactor Overlord passed by. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his fellow squad members doing the same. No one wanted to catch Lord Katse's attention. The concept of anonymity among the ranks had never been so appealing, as it was now.
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