Deej gazed down at the mass of flesh beneath him, and began breathing heavier than usual. The creature was glorious, and it was HIS. He stroked the disgusting, oily corpuscle, and heard the high-pitched squeal that indicated its happiness; "We luv u Deej wutclasugonpleh?" Deej grinned toothily at the mass, and removed his cargo shorts, laden with real-life Grimoire cards and talking points, so that he stood bare in front of the creature. "I love you too, my perfect. And if we work together, we can build a new site; one that will stand for millennia." The creature was stupid, and could not understand such a large word as "I", but it felt the praise behind its master's voice, and squealed out, "add cat ears to teh game deej!", in delight. "All in good time, my sweet." Deej cooed, continually stroking the creature. "But the bad people in Off-Topic don't like cat ears. We need to fix that, don't we?" The lump of flesh quivered angrily. How dare they question the Great Deej? They would pay. But first, they would have to get there. And #Gaming was all that stood in their way. "I'll make sure you aren't interfered in your work." Deej murmured as he began to lick the top of the creature, savoring the taste of sweat, rage, and Mountain Dew. "Now go, my perfect little desticle, and I'll add open voice chat to the Tower when you get back." The creature trilled happily, and began shuffling inexorably towards #Offtopic. "And then we will have a perfect forum." Deej uttered, still standing naked in the storage closet where the meeting had taken place. "Deej? What are you doing in there?" Achronos asked, as he saw Deej standing naked in the closet. "NOTHING!" Deej screamed as he slammed the door to his lair.