His eyes were a striking blue, like blue Gatorade, and his cheeks were flushed, like red Gatorade. His demeanor was mysterious, yet refreshing, like yellow Gatorade. And his shirt was the hue of orange Gatorade
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โ maybe i'll move out of the republic. scoop knows this was my base of operations.
โ hmm.. would it be possible to take over another kingdom again? i do still have the ability to make another spire.. hmm..
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(That caused him to flinch a little. The smell itself burned his nose. He took a step back, bowing his head to her.)
Welcome back, Shadow Milk.
(And back to cleaning he goes. Heโs mastered the art of staying hidden in plain sight.)
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โ .. and you didn't clean the puppets? goodness, what am i keeping you around for?
โ [ a sweep of her hand, the bodies are dropped into a burning rift of some kind. ]
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(He didnโt even flinch. He continued to mop the floors. He hasnโt touched any of the corpses Shadow Milk had left behind. They were really starting to stink.)
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