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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Sun Jun 08, 2014 6:43 am

    An idle fascination, he says... "Assss long assss we remain focusssed on our duty," the ghoul judiciously reminded. Judge Mortis could literally do any (lawful) hobby and his armoured brother would refrain from bigotry. Even better, Judge Fear would absolutely be supportive of a virtual reality simulator that encouraged sinners to take their own lives. That would be a creative method of purging, wouldn't it? And one that could be done from afar. "A virusss and a missssile?" In that case, they could simply forgo the atomic weaponry and replace it with... say, an infectious pathogen capable of deteriorating living tissue in the course of a minute. "What a novel idea!" Judge Fear heartily agreed. Such congenial behaviour was short-lived, however, and it didn't take a genius as to why.

    "I have a particular dissslike for one demon," was the Dark Judge's even rebuttal. Lochlann, what a contemptible place... Judge Fear made no motion to hide his bristling indignation but he was also cut from a different cloth than their MIA leader. His bias, while strong, was carried about in a levelheaded fashion. "Make no missstake, Mortisss. I would not be ssso egotissstical asss to place my wantsss before our needsss. The cleansssing of thisss sssinful world isss to come firssst and then I may entertain the notion of eradicating that loathsssome demon."

    And the Dark Judge, after all, liked to think that he had more in the way of resolve.

    Judge Mortis wrote:"You know another thing, Fear?"

    "What?" A timeless response.

    Apparently (and unsurprisingly), Judge Death had leaped out of the way when both Judge Fire and Judge Mortis were sent on their merry course to Limbo. The ringing snort out of Judge Fear's helm was justified. "Plot armour," he remarked dryly. Ol' Sidney never seemed to be without it.

    Now, a council was a good idea - a bloody good idea, and one the ghoul could get behind. Imagine their success rate if the four had acted not only as a united physical unit but as a solidified authority! Judge Mortis' calculating nature would be an excellent counterweight to Judge Death's rash decisions, and Judge Fire's temper would be put to smolder when paired with Judge Fear's sang-froid. Barring the occasional irritant, of course. "We had grown complacent after purging Deadworld of crime." Something they were undoubtedly all aware of by now. "Had we adequate time to ssstudy the dimensssional technology and refine our modusss operandi, we may have had the pleasssure of ridding Mega-City One'sss iniquitousss populace entirely." Hang on, remember what was said about the occasional irritant?

    Judge Mortis' coarse laughter and prodding didn't go unnoticed. Far from it, as Judge Fear let out an aggravated - "Ssss... Judge Zombie?" What a grossly inaccurate term! He leaned forward and practically jammed a rotten finger into his brother's bony snout. "You've got yourssself a bet," the Dark Judge growled. Never mind that his host lacked a particular affinity for toxins and poisons past its ripened stage. Judge Fear very well wanted to avoid being known as Judge Zombie!

    Win or lose, it was a good thing this wouldn't be a permanent title.
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jun 08, 2014 9:34 pm

    Of course, duty always came before fascinations. The ghoul gave a understanding nod of his bony head before listening to hear what Fear had to say about the idea of a pathogen laced bomb. Novel he said after a moment to contemplate. Mortis had overheard that thought about a flesh-eating microbe being released from the missile as well. "Yesss, the dessstruction of flessssh ssssoundsss effective, although it would not be the sssame if there were not sssome component to causssse hallucinogenic terrorsss." He pondered, a small nod to his brother. The bomb in itself was terrifying on its own, but imagine what populace managed to be immune to the pathogen instead drove themselves to death through their own terrors manifest.

    One demon is all? At least Fear let his disdain reside in only the one that had caused him harm, and an insidious one at that. However, the ghoul could not help but ponder the matter of purging first and then dealing with the demon in Lochlann... "Asss controversssial asss thissss may sssound, I wonder, given the limiting effectsss of thisss place if we ssshould look for more alliesss regarding thisss creature. Onesss that are more loyal by caussse than by reward. He had seen Zs'skayr, Hazama and even their own vehicle perform well enough during the sentencing of Jak Mar and Nyreena, but could they be enough? The alien ghost, while proficient was in it for his own dues and likely would not be so keen against the demon should there be a breeze of doubt. Hazama, he seemed rather dubious himself for an undead. Mortis turned his head towards Fear, attempting to quell the doubts within his bony head. "A sssuggessstion, if nothing more." He added.

    Just a thought, but one worth lingering on.

    Judge Fear wrote:"Plot armor,"

    "What?" Plot armor, what in the name of all that is laid to rest is that? Although after an instance of pondering the term, he decided it to be Fear's own form of jesting. Although there was one thing he could not hepl but point out from the entire embarrassing ordeal, "We learned sssomething during our banisshment, we now know that one dimensssion jump could take more than one of usss. A handy bit of information that could have been used earlier. Alas, it was not in their fate, or in this case written in the script if he followed Fear's analogy correctly. However he was correct in the fact that if they managed to research their new technology first instead of Death going full ham into the first set of coordinates he punched in, they may not even be in the mess they had been.

    "If Ssssidney truly wissshed to ssspread wisssdom, I do not underssstand why he did not decide to go for the ressst of the planetsss in our own dimensssion firssst." Last he remembered there were still plenty of stars gleaming in the inky blackness of their night sky, just asking to be snuffed out and leave many a crime-bearing planet in icy darkness. Pity that their leader decided to jump at the first opportunity that landed at his feet. Literally.

    Speaking of aggravation, oh the way Fear seethed at the thought of being stuck with the title of Judge Zombie! Regardless it was fuel to the fire and the sheep-skulled ghoul gladly reached down to the couch cushion before retrieving the four bottles of DEET in one hand while downing the rest of the lye bottle in one last gulp. "Each of usss get two bottless. Asss I have already drank the ressst of the lye, you mussst drink the iodine to make it completely fair." He explained, passing the two bottles of DEET before reaching for the iodine and passing it to him as well. Now then, what should be used as their ammunition? Looking around made the question easily answered, as empty beer cans from the previous residents abounded. Popping open a bottle of DEET, the ghoul started off with a couple of hearty gulps, a pleasant hiss of the two chemicals audible from his belly. "We each ussse sssix cansss. Whoever getsss the most of their cansss in the trasssh bin winssss. He stated as he brought the bottle away from his bony mouth and let it sit on his kneepad.

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Mon Jun 09, 2014 5:29 pm

    "We can forgo the hallucinogenic terrorsss," Judge Fear spoke up, fanning one of his hands dismissively. "The mere sssight of watching a fellow sssinner crumble before a mortal'sss very eyesss will prove horrific enough. Let the dissseasssed corpsssesss nourisssh their wild imaginationsss." That ought to satiate the fear department alongside decay's. And more allies, was it?

    The Dark Judge was plenty comfortable with a small handful, as it was much easier to manage and observe, but he couldn't quite say the same for a larger sampling. "Mossst in thisss world only ssseek to better themselvesss and their perssssonal agendasss; we are no different in regardsss to the latter." While the two agents of justice toiled for their cause and required little in the way of reward or motivation, it would be difficult to find a willing sinner (or tentative non-living) to aid them. After all, were not the Dark Judges set on purifying this realm to a more righteous setting? Undoubtedly the opposition will be great, if not indignant. "There isss not much we can offer assside from our gratitude and a jussst future," added the ghoul. Money, trinkets, notoriety; all of these incentives were not things Judge Fear, himself, could readily provide at the drop of a tenpence. "I fully sssympathize with your doubtsss, brother, but let usss not overreach. We are two when we ssshould be four, and I fear that thossse plotting againssst usss would not be above enlisssting the demon'sss allegiance. The lessss who know about it, the better." The Dark Judges could only trust so many...

    "Eh? You mean to tell me that we could have latched onto a brother with the device and been transssported sssafely?" So then what was the point of four dimensional baubles? Judge Fear crossed his arms and wasn't sure what to think in lieu of this new information. "A bunch of numptiesss we were," he said irritably. "That isss the lassst time we botch up technology beyond our own underssstanding, Mortisss. From now on, that which we do not comprehend isss to be ssstudied." It would save them both the headache of having to be quarantined again and again. Although, was his brother now referring to space travel? "And how were we to reach the starsss themssselvesss if we, even with our combined intellect, could not grasssp the concept of exoatmossspheric flight?"

    Don't get him wrong, brother. Judge Fear had absolute faith in your ability to problem-solve and apply critical thinking; it was just that... none of them had ever mastered the thought of utilizing sinner principles in such a profound way. "I am not sssure... Call me old-fassshioned, but if we were to do asss you sssay then we ssshould have kept a few think-tanksss alive for resssearch purposssesss. Another oversssight on our behalvesss, yet we have the opportunity to learn from our missstakessss here."

    There seemed to be twinkling stars in this universe's space, so... should they broaden their horizon and take to the stars?

    Judge Mortis wrote:"Each of usss get two bottless. Asss I have already drank the ressst of the lye, you mussst drink the iodine to make it completely fair."

    ...Iodine?

    Judge Fear pushed his thoughts aside for the time being and reluctantly accepted whatever his brother gave him. "The game sssoundsss... sssimple enough," he slowly agreed. Two canisters of insecticide and iodine... And this is what his brother found to be exquisite? Bottoms up, he supposed. The ghoul had himself an uncertain sip and curtly shook his head right after. Regret, nothing but regret! "Thisss isss like drinking liquid plassstic," he gagged. Mortis, your taste in drinks was absolute crap. But down the hatch it went and the Dark Judge wasn't going to let his brother laugh it up. Soon all of the iodine was drained from its bottle.

    "There," Judge Fear grumbled, slamming the emptied container down upon an armrest. "I drank your disssgusssting iodine. Now what? We guzzle thisss insssecticide and sssee what happensss?" In that case... "You firssst." And he sincerely hoped you missed.
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Mon Jun 09, 2014 10:27 pm

    True, decay in and of itself tends to send a shiver down a mortal's spine. Realization of their true mortality and finite existence in the ever constant flow of time, perhaps... But more likely a sinner's thoughts did not go so deep. At least not when they just witnessed the disintegration of what was once another mortal. Self preservation was such a wonderful tool if one thought about it. Although the ghoul was beginning to wonder if he was far too guilty of this sinner instinct.

    Too little allies and they could fail in the destruction of the demon in Lochlann, too much and they could have the beast on their heels. Indeed, it was admittedly foolish to think there could be someone who could be for their cause as lawful as it was. However, he could not help but find wisdom in Fear's words. "Perhapsss ssso, brother. With sssuch oddsss it would be bessst to choossse our alliesss wisssely." Although with how long Fear had been here already he did not doubt that the ghoul learned a few things already about this world and which citizens could be better to look to for aid than others. "Which do you believe ssshould be privy to thisss matter?" He asked. Himself, the vehicle and Fear knew of it along with the mercenary and contractor so that already made five. However he could not help but wonder if Fear's own reasoning regarding the demon had not already been shared by those who had contracted the mercenary...

    Regardless their mistake now shared both ways.

    The incident with dimension warping to Mega-City one had its learning experiences to be sure, perhaps too much to be considered comfortable. Fear's irritated rumble certainly confirmed that thought, "Agreed." Like that weather machine, how did that even work? Fire just shoved his trident in it and instant molten rain came falling down. Heads? Same thing. Mega-City One's technology was such an enigmatic thing, much like the reason why the rest of the Dark Judges had not decided to move onto other planets instead of swatting at any passerby that comes within range of Deadworld.

    "Likely it wasss the sssame complacency that prevented Sssidney from dragging usss along with him on baby'ssss firsssst dimensssion jump." He replied after pondering it, his gaze turning to the screen door. Although he appeared to be staring at something far past it. "Perhapsss we may have sssuffered the sssame fate had we decided to travel to different planetsss and doussse the light of sstars. It would not have been at Dredd and Anderssson'ss handsss, but it would have been jussst as humiliating nonethelesss." He decided. The thought of keeping some think-tanks for research sounded rather promising. A pity they did away with them when they did. Ah, well. Here they had plenty of time and resources to better the application of their duty.

    Speaking of which, there was a wager to fulfill.

    "You sssay that now, but wait for the ressst to hit your belly." He rasped, downing the rest of his first bottle and setting it aside. The second was quickly drained, a pleasant burning sensation in his non-existent throat. Yes, arsenic was a wonderful thing. He allowed it all to sit and fester for a few moments before a hearty hiccup could be heard. "That sssshould do -hic!-" He announced, getting to his feet and collecting twelve cans that were laying around. Half were given to Fear and the rest were kept to the sheep-skull headed ghoul. "Asss the Ch-hic!-challenger, I will go firssst." He said, taking one of the cans in his right claw as he sat down next to Fear.

    A little to the left, then to the right... Already the receptacle was looking a bit skewed, or maybe it was just him. With a flick of his arm Mortis tossed his first can towards the trash bin in the kitchen. However, much like the tongue he had overshot it and the metal cylinder bounced off the wall and onto the floor with a noisy clatter. Perhaps a little less power next time would do, he decided.

    Now it was Fear's turn.

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Thu Jun 12, 2014 9:40 pm

    Self-preservation is a natural instinct found in nearly all creatures, living or otherwise. The former struggled each and every day to avoid their inevitable demise, while the latter simply wanted to continue existing for a plethora of reasons. In Judge Fear's case, as well as his brothers, he embraced self-preservation to avoid containment and the consequential lack of justice. Nothing guilty about that, no?

    Judge Mortis wrote:"Which do you believe ssshould be privy to thisss matter?"

    Hmm, a very good question...

    Judge Fear gave it some thought, more so than usual, and eventually had to reply, "None. If the demon could convince even me to believe in itsss illusssionsss, imagine another unfortunate fool who dissstinctly lacksss my fortitude. It isss a dangerousss creature, Mortisss. The fewer it contactsss, the better. Besssidesss, I do not trussst many on thisss world to keep mum or remain sssmart; K.A.R.R. isss the exception, but I rather not let the demon corrupt him all the sssame." That would be all the Dark Judge needed to deal with, a tainted K.A.R.R. ready to annihilate everything - including them! - for the demon's sinister agenda. Now, what was this about suffering at the hands of the alien equivalent of Judge Dredd and Psi-Judge Anderson?

    "I have no doubt that there are, or were, advanced alien lifeformsss in our own universsse, but we have sssomething they do not: time. Let them attempt to rid the universsse of usss, brother. We will sssimply outlassst their meaninglessss civilizationsss and return to reap what isss owed." After all, what is the might of technology to the immortal?

    But yes, there was a wager to fulfill. Or, in Judge Fear's case, to win.

    When his brother missed the garbage receptacle and completely whiffed it, the Dark Judge let out a boisterous laugh. "HAH! You weren't even clossse!" the ghoul heckled. Right, now it was his turn. Judge Fear refrained from guzzling everything down like his brother had, that parched wolf, and instead had gentlemanly sips. Why rush things when the grave was eternal? He wasn't in a desperate bid to get smashed, unlike someone. "Sssit down, you ssscrub, and let sssomeone with binocular visssion ssshow you how itsss done." Such arrogance was no doubt going to come back and nip him in the buttocks, but they shall see.

    Abdomen gurgling with iodine and small amounts of insecticide, Judge Fear held up a can and threw it as if he were shooting free throws. Should he hit, the Dark Judge was going to loudly crow. And should he miss... well, there were many basketball players who couldn't make a free throw to save their own careers.

    Just don't compare him to Shaq.



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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Thu Jun 12, 2014 11:48 pm

    "None?" It was admittedly odd to hear his brother declare that they should not find help against this threat, but as he went on... Fear once again had a point, wisdom to counter the sheep-skulled ghoul's own calculations. The beast was strong enough to manipulate Fear, and he knew his brother to have a rather formidable will of his own, only Anderson could prove to beat it, and even then that was a stretch. If what lurked in Lochlann was stronger than the Mega-City's Psi-Divison agents it only made Mortis wonder if going after it was the best route. Leaving it be to fester was likely beneficial for the here and now, but later on...

    What could stop such a demon that could manipulate both the living, dead and mechanical?

    His thoughts thankfully were directed back towards the mention of space-travel. Indeed, they could outlast another version of Dredd and Anderson, only to reap what they intended to sow later on. Although he could not help but wonder if such a passive means of victory was truly what Sidney had in mind regarding their duty. Then again, much of what Sidney had in mind did not really hold much victory outside of Deadworld. "Yesss, that would do." He agreed.

    But that heckle though, that would not do. Especially after what Mortis had witnessed as Fear's attempt at a 'free throw'.

    What'sss the matter, Fear? Are your eye ssslitsss too ssquinted to sssee ssstraight?" He jeered back, a raspy chuckle following soon afterwards. Getting to his feet with a crackle and pop of old joints, he grabbed his second beer can, rocking on the balls of his heels as he rolled his shoulders. "I hope you are paying attention, becaussse I'm about to -hic!- ssschool you like a firsst year cadet!" The ghoul rasped, tilting his head so one bony socket got a clear line at the trashcan. He tossed the blue and silver can, gentler than before so it would not bounce off the wall.

    Thunk!

    Instead, the throw was too weak. Bouncing off the kitchen tile, the cylinder danced and spun about on the floor before it grew still.

    "....Sssshit."

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Sat Jun 14, 2014 2:32 pm

    "None," Judge Fear evenly reiterated. He trusted none currently to handle the demon with an air of finesse and tact, and the ghoul would rather avoid corruption of both his brother and his allies. To let the creature fester in Lochlann unchecked was indeed a race against the clock, but what other choice did the Dark Judge have available to him? "Asss with our conversssation regarding advanced lifeformsss and brilliant technology, we will sssimply have to bide our time. That isss all we can afford at the moment." This will one day change. And, when it does, they will need to be ready. There can be no mistakes when dealing with a Lord of Hell itself. A passive approach may not be preferred, but it was certainly better than following Judge Death's usual route.

    For now, however, let Judge Mortis think he possessed the upper-hand.

    Another grunt after missing and another bout of echoing laughter, the Dark Judge lightly slapping his emaciated thigh. "What wasss that about ssschooling me like a firssst year cadet?" he goaded. And he'll have you know that his helm's ocular slits were plenty capable of full vision! Now it was his turn and Judge Fear was already perfecting his form. "Hope you like being called Judge Zombie, Mortisss."

    With a deft flick of his wrist and a bit less force this time around, the ghoul aimed his can for the garbage and tossed it. If he missed yet a second time and neither of them had any luck... did that make them both Judge Zombie?

    -----Outcome-----
    "HAH! Looksss like I'm in the lead. Tell me how the humble pie tassstesss when thisss isss over." Worth it. Oh so worth it!



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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jun 15, 2014 2:38 am

    Very well then, none it was.

    After all, what could be done in the first place if so little was known about the residing demon? Although, the thought of it made the ghoul wonder if making a home in the same general area as the lake-side village was quite that wise... It lived in the grasslands, they lived in the grasslands, likely when it decided to strike it would hit the nearest targets first and move outwards. Not to mention these rolling plains were not exactly known for their tactical defense. "With the proximity of the demon, have you consssidered moving from the farm to ssomewhere... more likely to have adequate protective meassuresss?" Somewhere near the city, perhaps. Yes, it was a bold move considering their vocation, but after learning about the power the ISO's could wield it could very much serve them as easily as it could stop them. After all, so long as they killed outside of their jurisdiction, they could not be held guilty of 'crimes'. Otherwise, all they had was a barn, some ruddy cultists, and a car that had the possibility of being possessed just as easily as Fear.

    "If only thossse ISSSSOsss could be brought around to ssseeing thingsss our way. He mused with a thoughtful hiss. However, with how they were wired it was only a pipe dream to the simple, sheep-skulled ghoul. With the Academy had its share of odd devices and weaponry, advanced programming was not part of his curriculum. Perhaps if he had taken a more technical approach to law, but then there were no such thing as Dark Tech Judges now were there.

    Judge Fear wrote:"What wasss that about ssschooling me like a firssst year cadet?"

    The ghoul shook his bony head as he turned it back to give his brother as best of a competitive glare as he could muster. Which was hard given his lack of eyes and facial flesh in general. "Sssss.... You jusssst wait." Mortis rasped, leaning slightly as he pointed a gnarled claw at his brother. With it being Fear'd time to toss the can, he took his seat, crossing his scrawny arms as he watched Fear--

    Whissh!

    "WHAAAAAT?" How? How could Fear get that stupid can in the basket when he had failed twice? Part of his buzz effectively killed from that surprising turn, Mortis got to his feet with a dangerous kind of grace, a gurgle near akin toa  growl bubbling in his hollow chest. "You will be the one tasssting sssomething when we are done with thisss." He graveled, picking up a can roughly and taking aim. So, it was all in the wrist with Fear, now was it? Two could play that game.

    Tilting his head slightly, Mortis took a similar pose to Fear before sending the can flying towards the trash with a flick of his own thin wrist.

    CLUNK!

    "Nnnnnghhhh... I'm going to need another beer. He sighed, posture slumping as he returned to the couch. Perhaps Fear was right about the whole monocular vision thing. As for the can, it somehow had missed the trash completely and ended up bouncing off the wall and into the sink.

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

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    Move elsewhere? "Yesss, I have consssidered the likelihood that we will need to vacate our current bassse of operationsss," the Dark Judge answered. Knowing that the demon was close nearby was just the icing on this miserable cupcake, but it wasn't the only reason as to why. "I have been thinking of heading to the far sssouth; to sssomewhere desssolate and cold. Mortalsss find sssuch locationsss to be unbearable." While the city would be a safe haven that could protect both of the Dark Judges from conniving threats, Judge Fear just couldn't bring himself to live in a metropolis that accepted the living so... openly. It was entirely out of the question. "The ISSSOsss will prevent usss from repeating Necropolisss, therefore it isss unwissse to needlessssly disssturb them," the ghoul reasoned. Why risk an early containment?

    "I think we ssshould dissscussss a posssible plan of action, but later. Right now I do believe you need a brotherly lesssson in ssschooling." Point in case, Judge Mortis whiffed his third attempt with all the grace of a drunkard. Judge Fear lightly chuckled as he drank one of the insectides, not finding it particularly delightful or capable of a buzz.

    Just to please his brother, he supposed.

    He finished it with a gurgle and rose up, hand already preparing for yet another toss. "I do not believe beer isss what will fix your disssmal sssight." Perhaps a few rounds at a firing range, with a handful of sinners strapped to a row of targets? That would actually be a lot of bloody fun. "Right, here we go. Are you paying attention, Mortisss?" He sincerely hoped you were, because at this rate you truly didn't have a prayer. The Dark Judge rocked back on his heels and deftly tossed the can. Hit or miss, he felt pretty content with himself either way.

    -----Outcome-----
    Whoo, listen to that swish! Judge Fear rested both hands upon his bony hips and simply glanced at his brother, very pleased. Suddenly that "grin" didn't look so lovely, now, did it? "Your turn, Mortisss." Go on, let's see another miss.



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