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"I've told you eleventy-million and thirty-nine times, Drill, you're too big to come in the city." Driller let out another one of its long moans, a passerby might suspect there was a whale in the vicinity, rather than the enormous wormlike creature that Driller was. Melian Deveut, his owner, looked quite insignificant standing before the colossal demon, despite his own significant height. "Why don't you just hang out underground a bit 'till I come to get you? I hear the dirt is very warm this time of year." Looking up into the sky, Driller let out another bellow as his segmented body slowly began to fold in and contract on itself. After several minutes, it had finally shrunken down to a little over Melian's height. He stared blankly as it slithered up to him "Oh," he said as he turned toward the city, allowing Driller to travel along beside him "I'd forgotten you could do that." As he walked along the streets, it was natural that people would try to avoid Driller as best they could, as wormlike creatures are typically perceived as slimy, one would have to touch Driller to discover that his body is actually made up of a thick, leathery substance, strong and durable.

Melian strolled along a bit more before walking up to a stranger who was window-shopping along the roadside "Excuse me, where's my house?" The stranger gave him a look that said a thousand words of irritation before hurrying off. "What an antisocial fellow." Exclaimed Melian as he looked around "Wait a minute..." He let out a laugh as he leaned against Driller "We don't have a house, do we? My bad, my bad! Well," He stood up, wiping at his one remaining eye "let's go find a place to stay."