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"Maybe. But I will not be held responsible for your injuries."
"I'm on the clock."
"No." Azrael straightened himself up.
"Cute. I don't need magical steroids."
"Sorry." Azrael got close, almost touching his nose to Mat's. "I don't beat fillies."
"You're right. Against me... you would need a bunker."
Azrael looked down at his coat. "Hmph. More useful than Liger cosplay."
Dusty nodded. "Yes, clothing in general has such a quality."
Hell yeah, Walmart, job get!
"Think I'd rather you show me one," Raven said.
But it's all coconut.
Life's really a chocolate box.
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"I'm not prone to permanent brain damage, Architect. Damn... never mind." He returned his eyes to normal and sighed. "Maybe I should just eat some...
"If you wish. I'm merely looking for spiritual disturbances."
Also liberty?
"Hmmm. I can't tell. I might just be paranoid. Maybe those blows to the head did more damage than I thought."
Azrael took a deep breath. Something didn't feel right. It was a happy occasion, so why was he having nervous spouts? He needed to check...
No.