First not on the constabulary diet. Listed emblem of health food degradation and quality assurance Overlord: Redeem me!
I’m in debt to scholars made of pumice grounds. Offer me coffee, you ass, then leave, just leave the room intended.
I’m in the waiting room of the Zobificationists
He’s asking for credentials and I show him my teeth.
Up close I’m good at digging as well so when the Emperor inclines me, I’ll slip wiggly into the fissures set up as internment destinations.
The process goes smoothly. Apparently it takes a life time. Then the skin crawls a little and the fingers make dig claws to the forehead.
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