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Published: 2015-08-17 15:44:15 +0000 UTC; Views: 4227; Favourites: 56; Downloads: 177
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Bob The Ghull was a part of Acauldrus's personal cleaning team, he was a good cleaner and that made Bob really happy. Bob liked being a good cleaner so he could serve his mistress and that was his most favourite thing to do in the world. Bob liked cleaning up after mistress. Because Bob liked to eat the remains splattered around on the floor. His mistress said that Bob was a good Ghull because he did all the things he was meant to do. That made Bob very happy.He liked his mistress because she was a kind mistress, she would never shout or devour him. That was good because Bob didn't like being shouted at or being in tight cramped places. His mistress was his friend, she was really smart and would sometimes teach him on how to read and write which Bob wasn't very good at. But that didn't matter because she said that he was good at cleaning and doing tough things that even she could not do, Bob liked this because he liked being useful for his mistress.
Whenever his mistress devoured a bad man or girl, Bob was there to clean up the mess. And that was good.
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Story time folks, this time it's the story of Bob, one of servant cleaners for Acauldrus! His kind is extremely tough and hard as nails, but they are also quite dimwitted. They've served many Underspawn over the centuries, and rarely will you see one without its master or mistress around.
Been wanting to introduce this guy for a while, so enjoy!
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Comments: 8
Awww! Not only for the fact that Acauldrus can be nice, but for the fact that I could totally relate to Bob! I also don't like getting shouted at, and I can be quite a good cleaner, but I could read and write better.
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Acauldrus is back! 
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I feel for Bob and I think we can all relate his story. We all keep our heads down and we just trundle on doing what we've always done, greatful that whomever's in charge sees fit to let us whistle that one special tune to keep us going.
I think back and remember fondly of the time when I came into work and found my boss had eaten somebody alive. Sigh, hospitals.
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Pretty deep!
I know right, it was back in ye old days when life insurance was non-existent. Boy have times changed!
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I know right, I really should have written that down...
Well, I'm from the UK, where health-care is free. It's just it was the 90's, were roving blackouts were place and pot-noodles were in the vending machines. My boss a very sweet surgeon named Mary, had the nightshift in the burns unit when a blackout hit, leaving her trapped in the room with Burnt Bernie and a vending machine full of Pot-Noodles.
I was part of the chemical clean-up crew that exchanged the IV Units, so I always came in pretty late. When I got to the Burns Unit the power had only just comeback on, the emergency generator apparently running on overtime for the Life-Support. The kettle and the vending machines remained untouched, but Burnt Bernie had vanished overnight, and Mary had miraculously put on 12 stone.
Between Burnt Bernie and a Pot-Noodle, I respect Mary's decision.
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