"No need," the old Bulbo scoffed. "I have the situation completely under control." His irritation was plain in his voice. It was enough he had to tolerate the sickening sweet fragrances of those around him. Why couldn't they smell manlier? It was enough he was addressed by mere hybrids - he, a species of superior parentage. He had been here the longest. He was clearly meant to rule this rabble, and rule he would. Not only did he possess the intellect to lead, he also possessed a secret. And he would use that secret to drive off the offensive NOID's. ...He spoke cat.

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