abduction.

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"Have I ever popped a vein before?" Munkustrap asked, running his paw over the fur at the back of Quaxo's neck. "Do you really think I'm going to start now?" He kissed Quaxo's cheek. "Honestly, my job isn't as stressful as you're making it out to be. Simbol lasted eight years as Protector."

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"But it's still stressful. You never know, Munkustrap. I just don't want you to be hurt anymore. Stress isn't going to help your injuries heal." Quaxo murmured, grinning at Munkustrap and lying back against the cushions. He held the older tom on top of his chest and pet his fur gently. "I want you better as fast as possible, and I bet most of the Junkyard agrees."

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"If it makes you feel any better, I don't want to be hurt anymore either." Munkustrap smiled, using Quaxo as a pillow. "I think Alonzo's getting very sick of it, too."

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Quaxo laughed quietly and pet Munkustrap's head gently, kissing the top of it and leaning his head back. "I bet he is... he seems to be guarding the Yard a lot, doesn't he?"

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"He'll make a fine Protector someday," Munkustrap said softly. "I just hope, for his sake, it isn't any day soon."

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"So do I, Munk." Quaxo whispered, closing his eyes and yawning a little. "He won't have to, though, sweetie, because you aren't going to be gone anytime soon."

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"If Macavity keeps this up, I'm going to have to retire," Munkustrap muttered, closing his eyes. "But I'm planning on holding out as long as possible, just to spite him."