Just who does that penguin think she is? Look at her, with her new leash and shiny grooming kit and love in her eyes. Of course she’s going to get all of Deborah’s attention. Meanwhile, I’ve been slaving away at Deb’s side for twenty levels, fighting demons and bears and even some of my own relatives, and now he won’t even turn and look at me. I might not be the prettiest or most huggable, but don’t they say that when you adopt a ghoul, you adopt it for life? Fine, then. Next time Deborah needs some backup in combat and calls out for help, Ms. Chilly there can pick up the phone. I’m going to go back to the Plaguelands and find a death knight who really cares about me. Maybe a draenei this time.