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“You know what, Carl? I’ve decided something,” Donut said, finally speaking. She released Mongo, who squawked and started investigating this strange, new world. “Yeah, Donut?” “I think they’re right about you. I think you’re crazy. Like, not a little weird crazy. Not guy who eats cereal without milk crazy. But crazy, crazy. Straitjacket crazy.” I took the cat into my lap, and then I pulled her to my chest. She purred heavily into my ear.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Gate of the Feral Gods

“Really, Katia,” Donut said, leaping to my shoulder. “If you need to borrow a sanitary napkin, just ask.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“I took both of my hands, and I cupped Donut’s face. “You know how worried you are about Mongo?”
“Yes.”
“That’s how I feel about you.”
Donut blinked. “Really? Do you really mean that?” Her voice was so full of genuine longing that it hurt my heart.
“I know I haven’t said this to you directly before, and I’m sorry that I haven’t. But I will not leave you behind on the ninth or any other floor. I promise you. Okay? We are a team, and nothing is going to break us up. No matter what.”
“No matter what?”
“No matter what.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Butcher's Masquerade

“Grab the stick?” Donut shrieked. “What do you mean, grab the stick! Thumbs, Carl! Thumbs!”
― Matt Dinniman, The Gate of the Feral Gods