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"Right? Not so bad here, really. Especially after he reformed."
"Enough talk." Azrael pounded his hoof on the ground, forming cracks. "Make a move!"
"Keep in mind I know a thousand ways to disarm you," Azrael warned. "Thanks," said Maya. "Years of practice."
"Thanks." Maya grabbed the bits. "So tell me, how was my Zebra? Haven't spoken it in a minute."
"I dunno, like two bits or something. I totally spaced on pricing my ale," Maya admitted. "Go ahead," said Azrael. "Use your lightning rod."
"That too, actually." Maya grabbed a bottle of lemon ale and set it down in front of the zebra. "Kufurahia kinywaji."
"Anything from Apple to Ginger," Maya answered. "A human?" Azrael tilted his head. "This works. I hope you don't mind if I armor up. Manticore...
(Oops!) "As you wish." Azrael stepped in through the crack.
"Hey!" Maya waved to the zebra. "Saber told you about it, huh? Gonna have to give her a drink for bringing in customers."
"Not a problem. Now to enjoy my throne..." Maya sprawled out over her bean bag chair with a small, cat-like purr.
"Let's go, then." Azrael stepped towards Architect.
"Please do not challenge him," Skydust warned. "He's so damn arrogant he'll try." "Not arrogant, proud," Azrael corrected.
"I can take you," Azrael boasted. "And your warriors. But I won't feed it souls. I was merely gauging your reaction."
"Oh, I see. But what if I feed it the souls of..." "Tell him not to do whatever he's thinking," Maya requested.
"Well, I certainly wish it wouldn't do that," Azrael quipped.
Azrael studied the note carefully. "Can I wish for more wishes?"
"One sec, babe." Maya flew up into one of her houses and came back moments later carrying a loveseat over her head. She set it down gently by the...
"Want me to go bring down the couch?" She motioned to one of the houses.
http://youtu.be/VUb1p8fm7Ag My jam right now.
"Anyway, guess I should've asked: Wanna chill here or inside?"
