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The two of you crash into the ground and send a storm of bone dust rushing across the surface of the chamber! Still on top of Boris, you toss your mop aside and get to work pounding his face into the floor with your bare fists!
“STOP!” he whines as you lay into him, “This isn’t… you CAN’T!”
You CAN, you reply with a triumphant roar, and you sure as hell <span class="mu-i">WILL!</span> And when you get to Hell, you add as Boris’ blood slowly cakes on your gloved fists, know that you’re <span class="mu-s">LESS</span> than nothing!
Pushing you off of him with his remaining strength, the drooling, bloody human punching bag that was once Boris staggers away, arms raised in a placating manner!
“You…. I’M SUPPOSED TO WIN–ME!”
Swaying in the breeze like a branch, he still raises his fists to meet yours! Yea right, asshole! Snatching up your <span class="mu-g">MOP</span> from the ground, you feel more entities pushing your onwards as you rush towards your battered foe!
“<span class="mu-i">Now this was hardly the outcome I’d predicted.</span>”
<span class="mu-s">TEEVOR?</span>
“<span class="mu-i">The same… Rodhi too, of course, along with the rest of the science team and another colleague in science–he claims to know you as well!</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">YeSSss…</span>” Croaks a familiar, creepy voice, “<span class="mu-i">NoT EEeeven DEAth can HIIDE you from MeE, Stanley!</span>”
<span class="mu-s">D-Doctor DEVON!?</span>
“<span class="mu-i">WoUldn’t DREAm of traVellIng BEyOND withOuT SEeing you OFF ProPErly!</span>” He laughs in an echo in his voice “<span class="mu-i">I’M deLIGhted to haVe DelIvered you… And to haVe WatChed you grOW into SucH a FInE SpECImen!</span>”
<span class="mu-b">ROLL ME 1d100+560(+5 BUNNY SUIT, +5 DEMON STRENGTH, +50 CLIFF! +50 STRIPES! +50 WYATT! +50 ANDRE! +50 MARQUIS! + 50 GRAMPS, +50 JOPLINERS, +50 TEEVOR!, +50 RODHI!, +50 ATLANTEANS!, +50 DOC DEVON!) BEST OF 1 ROLL!</span>