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A Lover Boy? How very quaint, Applesauce. Very quaint indeed. A shame. You would have brought in a crowd.
That is an easy deal. How very simple of you. So it shall be. You get one ask first. More once you deliver.
Which do you want to know? The things here? I can list them by the names they have chosen for themselves. They think I do not see or know what they do. Unfortunate for them. A bounty for you.
[Normal? She is just a cat, your honor. What harm could she possibly do?]
[A lot. Buckle up, fuckos.]
Perhaps I shall have to make one. A special occasion.
There are these patterns on him. They are called arrays. They are red and if you have not noticed them by now, you are either more dense than I realized or blind.
Two of his have discovered what they do when pushed a certain way. A dangerous thing, but they brought it upon themselves. They connect to directly to his Philosopher's Stone. Like a circuit. Do you know what happens when you overload a circuit? Tits sure did not.
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That is an easy deal. How very simple of you. So it shall be. You get one ask first. More once you deliver.
Which do you want to know? The things here? I can list them by the names they have chosen for themselves. They think I do not see or know what they do. Unfortunate for them. A bounty for you.
Or the Sinnerman himself?
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[ oh, he needs to be normal about this.
he does not need to be normal about this, he realizes, so he's going to be insane about it instead: ]
Start with him. Dealer's choice of what it is.
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[A lot. Buckle up, fuckos.]
Perhaps I shall have to make one. A special occasion.
There are these patterns on him. They are called arrays. They are red and if you have not noticed them by now, you are either more dense than I realized or blind.
Two of his have discovered what they do when pushed a certain way. A dangerous thing, but they brought it upon themselves. They connect to directly to his Philosopher's Stone. Like a circuit. Do you know what happens when you overload a circuit? Tits sure did not.
Do an experiment sometime. But watch your throat.