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| Yeees, 'twas a flying demon chair. Scaly backrest, riding a horse-headed snake, the whole caboodle. They had to consult the Lesser Key of Solomon's Furniture Outlet for the proper sigil to bring it under control. As they cast it back into the Pit, it uttered this curse on young Rivera: "Thou shalt ne'er get rid of thine mustache and shalt always walk in leaky galoshes!" |
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