*snortles* MAMA!Shroom
Mona smelled blood.
Getti's voice was calling her name (which was usually a bad sign in the first place) but now it had the soft girlish quality that it always took on before she swept in for a kill. Her boots click clacked into the journalist's area, where the air was thick with foolishness. People...napping? And continuing to address Getti??
"Wellll, buttercups," she trilled gaily, hands on her hips. "Just what is going on in heeere? Not disturbing Getti, I trust. And wide awake, I hope." Her steely blue eyes swept the room in search of the culprit.
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