Simba had only been gone a short time, when Nala, bored and sick of the hose down her throat made her way over to where is emerged from, and found herself staring at a complex configuration of buttons and dial. She though for a moment, wondering if one of these things would release her, or whether trying anything now would only get her in more trouble.
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