Miles had always been a bit of an oddball. He was never one for following the crowd and always marched to the beat of his own drum. So, when he started demolishing goblins day and night with his cherry bomb while only wearing underwear, it didn't surprise his friends and family one bit.

What did surprise them, however, was his steadfast dedication to the task. Miles would go out every night, sometimes not returning home until the early hours of the morning. And always by his side was his trusty baboon.

No one knew why Miles had taken up this strange hobby, but they all knew better than to ask. That was just the kind of person he was. But whatever his reasons, there was no denying that he was damn good at it.

As the months passed, the number of goblins in the area dwindled. And Miles showed no signs of stopping. If anything, he seemed to be getting even more obsessed with the whole thing.

One night, after yet another long night of goblin hunting, Miles finally came home and collapsed into bed, exhausted. His baboon jumped up beside him and snuggled into his side, as if to say 'good job, master'.

And Miles, finally at peace, fell into a deep and much-needed sleep.

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