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"Any more bull*squee!*," Asmo threatened, "I'm administering a time-out! And administering spankings! Formaldehorse, Silver, Arch, I'm talking to all...
"That..." Raven's jaw dropped briefly. "This place is awesome!~" She trotted to the elevator. "Next, I might look for more body jewelry."
Azrael narrowed his eyes. "I could say the same to you."
"OoooooOOoo, I'm spooked."
"Yeah, that's fine." Asmo sat with her. "I wanna be the shoe. That way I can kick your ass."
"Want me to put it back so you can?"
"Eight-hundred seventy-five. Awesome. Which way to the elevator?"
Azrael spoke quietly to Silver, "If he disrespects the Princesses in person, I'm going to beat him. Would you be willing to help?"
"Yeah, sure." Asmo grabbed the game by launching a tentacle.
Raven nodded. She hoped she wouldn't have to speak upside-down to the plant chick. "Maybe. Have any cool space animals?"
"Let's do that! I like games where the object is to cause suffering."
"How bout that PMS weather, eh?"
"Is that the game where you're a rich guy trying to *squee!* over other rich guys so you're the only rich guy?"
"Hmm. What's that next thing we were gonna do?"
"Yeah, here's hoping you're not about to do the whole show in one sitting, Sabe."
"Eight hundred."
"What about romance?" Asmo invited himself to her booth.
"I know. I'm pretty *squee!*ing funny." He leaned a bit closer to her.
"And you might get that tentacle treatment you've always wanted.~" He patted her head.
Asmo downed the rest of his drink and slouched back. "Maybe we'll see some monsters. Like a kraken."
