The Slurpent, born in the wee hours of March, in a dark and damp basement, tends to be the most physically playful and wise Mizfit. Nobody knows how the Slurpent made its way into that dank basement. It was an odd dreary night/morning, when suddenly out of the pile of clothes slithered the blind Slurpent.
As soon as he was noticed, he made his way right into the hands of whoever saw him. The Slurpent doesn't mind being tossed around, used for smacking others, and periodically worn as a scarf. This tribe isn't crazy about being tugged too hard, some humans have hurt them playing tug-o-war with them, but they don't mind a little rough-housing every once in a while. They love having their tails pulled, it always makes them giggle. Just remember, a Slurpent can never be outsmarted.
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