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Well, well, well, my child! Allow me a moment to fix a drink. Gin? Yes, gin. It will have to be an improvised gin screwdriver (calamity!) on account of my tulpa failing to buy a fresh bottle of tonic.
Better. *smack-smack*
Now which story did the young one wish to hear? Yoshimi, and her battles with the pink robots? She's got a black belt in karate, you know. I've always preferred a ten-karat belt, personally, but that's me.
Or! Or the city that walked and looked like a man, well more specifically like an accountant. It lived and breathed and kept its downtown indoors, as it were, behind wire-framed glasses. The City That Looked Like A Man toured extensively in West Virginia with a travelling carnival. They say the City was born from a cutting taken from the roots of London herself. The City killed itself, tragic, I hear. After a long bout of civil unrest. O, how the bearded lady wept! |
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