Crownbelly Grace Hormel wrapped up a lengthy explanation about why Demon Smacker 3000, the gritty sci-fi reboot of a campy Saturday morning cartoon adaptation of an R-rated B-movie, just wasn't as good as the original. That is, the cartoon adaptation. Grace had seen the original movie that had inspired the cartoon and she wouldn't deny it had its charms. But it just wasn't her favorite iteration. Which may have been because she saw the cartoon first. Or it may be because the main character of the cartoon was a plucky demon-investigating fox girl, who Grace identified with, for whatever reason.

Lynn understood mostly none of that but she was used to understanding mostly none of anything. Ignorance was one of her base states.

She had two certainties in her brain.

First, she must fulfill Princess Razor Tongue's commands. If a gremlin knew nothing else - and many did not - they knew which bossy boss was their boss.

And through repetition, Lynn had internalized another fact of her existence. Something something Grace Hormel! She didn't always remember what something something was but it kept her in Grace's orbit.

"Aw, geez, look at the time! I need to go finish my homework. Can't put it off until tomorrow if tomorrow is game night!" said Grace, shooting finger guns at Lynn.

Lynn stared blankly.

"Wow, you are already in the zone! I wish the others could arr-pee like you do! Talk atcha later!"

"Okay byby crownbelly Gracemodeus," Lynn waved stiffly, imitating the fox's gesture.

Grace went into her dorm building and Lynn was left alone. Standing on the sidewalk outside. No thoughts, head empty.

When the sun went down, it finally occurred to Lynn that she probably should be doing something. But there was no Princess Razor Tongue to obey and no Grace Hormel to something something. She was completely directionless. She had nothing she should be doing, as far as she was aware.

So she returned to her other base state. Wallowing in garbage.

There was a nice, comfortable trash can outside Grace's building that Lynn liked to sleep in.

People that saw her often had a problem with it, for some reason, but hissing and throwing things usually drove them off.

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Lynn just sleeps in garbage. That's established fact.

She could return to Ms Cumberland's house every night but that's a heck of a trip when there's free garbage beds around every corner at the university. Even some garbage houses, for the luxury snooze.

Anyway, I kept suggesting Lynn sleeps in garbage so I put my commission where my mouth was. She looks like such a little garbage angel in Scotty's art style. But she will try to bite you if you interrupt her trash snooze.

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Lynn the horrible gremlin owned by me
Art by  scottytheman