Along with his Dusky Slime, Fritz left his room and have a look at the notice board to see the most appropriate quest for the argument a master and a familiar have.
'Does masters argue with their familiar or pet on the very first day of their meeting?! And, are all familiar as shitty as this slime?! He's talking shit about me!'
What Fritz was saying in his mind had been paid no care. Like hell, he cares if the damn slime could hear what he had been saying about the pet he got. In fact, he wanted the slime to hear all he has to say about how unlucky he was to acquire him and how awful the slime had been towards Fritz.
'What do you mean he, brat?! I am she, idiot! Have your stupid brain check!'
'The fuck you say?! Your voice sounded like an old man! How am I supposed to know?! Aren't you the one who needs your witless soup brain to get checked?!'
'Huh?! Are you looking for a fight, kid?!'
