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Look, there's no such thing as a professional minion, okay? The whole — thing's too irregular for that to be a thing. I've never done this before. But sometimes, you get your odd jobs and you get your non-odd but odder job and then you start seeing things. Like, just considering today, right now, the general — throne room — air of the boss's office. And the strange noises from the adjacent room. And the abomination against the laws of nature sitting obediently by his desk, being 80% noses by volume.
Apparently it's very well trained in a doglike fashion (as long as while you give it orders you're carrying this token, which doesn't smell like much of anything to unaugmented humans), and we're supposed to accompany it and collect what it finds. Plus a spare.
Okay, mission acquired, let's get out of here before he starts expounding on the table. (“Heel.”) To the armory! Unless it's a leggery this week. That did not go well. Sorry for bringing it up.
