Debt and Birth
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He’s here for his paycheck.
Smoke filters through the room, off his and Stitch’s twin cigarettes. Another mansion. A fuller one, by all standards, but shabbier, in Droog’s eyes. Mostly because of Itchy’s pure existence. Anything inhabited by such a creature made it look less dignified, just on principle. The presence of Trace certainly didn’t help either.
Droog gazes upon the leprechaun, the seemingly leprechaun-humanoid hybrid, some sort of robot, and the lump indicating the jellied hellspawn that was currently inside of Itchy. “Hello, fuckers.” He clicks the safety on the semi-automatic off. “Your god is here.”








