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>“If it isn’t my latest investment!”
The voice is immediately identifiable, the body less so. It’s ‘Human’? Uncannily so, the proportions seem to stretch and pull like rubber here and there, eyes rolling in the wrong direction to face you.
From its middle finger, a series of vibrant colors flare like a torch, breaking through the usual depressive, green tint.
>“Ya goddamn did it! You weren’t a complete pussy about it either, sliced that boy’s wrist down the middle. Delightful, adorable brutality! Shit, you even took down a few forest numbnuts. Maybe I was wrong about you, maybe there’s half a dick to be found between all what; thirty of you? Sixty? A syphilis ridden, warty, repulsive half of a dick, but a dick nonetheless.”
The Light Thing kicks the Remnant machine, gesturing to the remarkable increase you’ve gained over the Day.
>“I was gonna head in and torch your Pizzeria. Torture your robots a bit, see how they look with the Disc on if I cut off a few limbs at night.
>“Oh the shame of it, being cursed with honesty. I told you to ‘kill’, and you were an obedient little chain of retards. Congrats!
>“...And a far less genuine ‘Congrats’ to your Moronic Majesties, they put a lot of their juice into these tap pits. I can work an ‘Extreme Makeover’, but it pisses me off that they can fit me into their ‘monster to cuck’ converter in the first place.”
