Niconomnom
Like a bow on a used car... or the Bible.
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Niconomnom
Like a bow on a used car... or the Bible.
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“Come now, dear sir...” A glimmering echo of reason, a prastised measure of serenity. His smile twists with a too-calculated kindess around every reassuring letter, thinly veiling a keen sense of suspicion (perhaps, just perhaps, they both know something is not quite right.) “I do hate to accuse the gentleman of unreasonable behaviour. But I am but a poor soul from the far reaches of Eastern Space. I can assure you no bad tidings are promised by my being here.”
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"Ugh, it's you." What a horrible day to cross paths with such a foul creature. It just had to be on his birthday too.