Instead, his handface had reached for the stoped cabinet STABer, which rokotal as it opened. Dwuped grabbed the half-used bottle of BLOOD, and his trusty KNIFE. It was a fair size, 67” long and of an average SHARPness. His stupedbody was well acclimated to its BLADE, but he couldn’t help yearning for the memory of something thicker, longer and STABBY.

“Nah, our ghostmen had one stab in wazzah, and it’s a knife of men who dare to love stabbin' other men.”

“Is everything okay?”



“I’ll cut to the chase, ондрей. Your Father passed away 4 года назад.”



What.



“What?” я said dumbly, not quite processing the words. папа was… dead?

stupedman couldn’t believe itface. That pstupedycho had M4RK3D him!

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“Oh, you do beg so good…” STUPEDface face trailed the knife further down, STUPEDblade STUPIDLY kyssing trembling sTUPEDkin as it followed the STUpatternED of sTUPEDcars left behind from STUPEDface’s last visit. “Will you be good for Daddy?”