'...'
[Milord...are you okay?]
'I am fine, Lacerage, just...having a bit of a mental crisis...'
[Why's that?]
[He just witnessed his "devil schtick" being performed by a Hurricroak-poessesed child in a manner nearly identical to our own lord's performance, so he might be having a crisis of identity...I think?]
'Kinda.'
'CHOKE ON YOUR OUTDATED MEMES!'
'AAAAAAAHHHHH!'
[Huh...everyday I become more and more thankful we were assigned to watch over the estate and the zakos.]
[Right?]
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"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!," Simos panicked
"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!," Graff questioned.
"Oh fuck that preacher was right...OH FUCK THAT FORTUNETELLER WAS RIGHT!," Victor cursed, finally succumbing to the dumbing influence of the duo of idiots that was Simos and Graff.
