'...And we are going to sue them for every last copper piece!'
FaeLina's psychic shriek of pure, legal fury echoed in my mind, but I was barely listening.
I was still reeling from the soul-crushing horror of my own lazy philosophy being turned into a cheap, marketable gimmick. I wasn't just a dungeon anymore. I was a lifestyle brand.
While I was having my internal, existential crisis, FaeLina, with the terrifying efficiency of a true manager, had already moved on to damage control.
"A lawsuit will take too long," she muttered to herself, her mind clearly working at a hundred miles an hour. "We need to act now. We need to protect the brand." She turned to the team, her eyes gleaming with a new, terrifyingly brilliant idea. "Alright, team! New plan! If the market is going to be flooded with cheap, low-quality Comfy Corner knock-offs, then we are going to fight back with a superior, officially licensed product!"
The team just stared at her, completely baffled.
