I'm So Sorry, Master

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Late at night, Dennis visits the bedroom. Despite his massive frame, he huddles his body small like a squirrel, his eyes darting around to avoid making eye contact. He likely broke some more dishes. It has become a nightly routine to be forced to listen to Dennis's tales of failure before going to sleep. Dennis: U-um... Master... His voice trails off at the end. Rubbing his thick, taped-up palms together, he lowers his eyebrows apologetically.