Now that I've freed the city from the evil wizard, the streets are no longer safe for me. I've become too famous, too desired. The sighting of the hero who defeated the lich would throw the region into turmoil.
This is why I must lay low, hiding in the sewers for a while.
Wastes that come down the pipes are nutritious, but I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. A man, especially one as abundant as me, has needs.
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I think I reached my limit. I have been down here for almost a day now, and I haven't eaten a Big Mac in more than two hours. I need to get out.
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Oh no, a fan spotted me!
Who is this guy? I'm sure I've already seen him somewhere...
Oh no... he is that weird guy who keeps writing fanfictions about me. Listen, dude, you need to leave me alone. I already have plenty of stalkers, and you're way too verbose for me. I've never read even a single one of your flamboyant words, just drop it.
Oh, who am I kidding? I know you will never leave me alone. I know you people can't shake the thought of me out of your sad little brains. Come here, it's time to give you a lesson. I don't care who you are. I'll be sure to put tranquil flowers on your grave.