"It’s... acceptable," she said, her tail giving a single, betraying wag. "I suppose even a pirate has an eye for quality."
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A soft metallic thud echoed from the hallway, followed by the rhythmic clack-clack of a wooden pegleg. Foxy, the old-school pirate fox, had recently been relocated to the Pizzaplex for a guest "Legends of Fazbear" exhibit. Unlike the sleek Glamrock bots, Foxy was weathered, his crimson fur faded and his hook slightly tarnished. "It’s
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Roxy didn't turn around. "It’s called maintaining perfection, Foxy. Something you wouldn’t understand with that... aesthetic." She gestured vaguely at his exposed endoskeleton joints.