All of a sudden that news lady goes to a run down old orphanage and puts 'em all on camera, and then all Gaia's tripping over themselves to help the whinning, dependant little twirps.
If life at that place is so awful they aught t' run away. They've got to hands! the can steal thier bread just like any other street rat instead huddling in that dump. Even Oracle and me are living better than that, and we're still looking for a place to settle down as good as our last one. (Well, the one a'fore the clump of bushes.)
Still, I couldn't help feeling sorry for some of 'em, so I gave one of them a hard-earned loaf a bread that set my stomach to growling and you know what? THEY SAID THEY COULDN'T EAT IT! Nooooo, they can only eat orphen food! Well fine! See if I bother offerin' them my dinner again!
