Re: The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut
Agent Zero plucks a bit of small intestine out of his Galactic Core and drops it on the bar.
"Of all the hairbrained, suicidal, pointless- GAHHH! I feel an Apocalypse coming on!!!"
Demonic shadow rear out of the floorboards and begin spreading on across the Hut. Still immaterial, they begin slowly to solidify pacing about the place as they eagerly wait to become coporeal so they may wreak bloody vengeance upon all they come across. One of the largest demons eyes Strategia hungrily.
Fortunately, the barkeep quickly plops a replacement Galactic Core, gratis, in front of Zero.
"Ooo! Freebie!"
The shadows slowly recede to whence they came.
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