While a meeting with eight other Corners may seem like a lot, our factory has been overrun with hundreds of Corners who go where they please, and seem to relish the fear of others, while being themselves immune to fear, and everything is fine. In fact, several Corners watch over me as I speak these comforting words.

[Corners: Hey Loser! We’re made of fleece, you’re made of skin.]

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