One day, after returning home from my scavenging, I found a strange creature standing on my bed. He called himself Maddox and demanded a pair of tap shoes lest he never move from his position. Assuming he was intoxicated, I tried to reason with the creature but he would have none of it. After a few hours, it hit me. "You don't need tap shoes!" I said, "You have perfectly good claws!".
With that realization, he happily began dancing about my underground sewer base. I had never seen such valor! Nor such destruction as he proceeded to dance upon my electrical appliances. After he was satisfied, he bid me farewell and flew out of my home. With no form of entertainment to be found among the wreckage of his dancing rampage, I took chase hoping to find out more about his kind.

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