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For a moment you consider trying to gnaw multiple bones at once, but a sudden wave of nausea and a brief sting of pain in your stomach convince you otherwise. No, you think to yourself, you’re already on the home stretch–just gotta go with the flow.
Raising one of the more perplexing bones up to your mouth, you turn away from your friends as you carve it open with a <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAW</span> and begin sucking up the bone’s contents!
“<span class="mu-r">So THAT’S what that tastes like! Not bad at all!</span>” Remarks the demonic voice in your head as you feel <span class="mu-i">another</span> rush of energy coursing through your limbs!
“Enjoy it while it lasts, kiddo,” Ly adds as the other bones in your arms start to burn away in <span class="mu-b">BLUE FLAMES,</span> “Because in case ya’ forgot, dat was da’ last <span class="mu-r">LIEUTENANT!</span>”
Bracing yourself for the inevitable marrow-induced pain, you can’t help but feel a little disappointed when nothing happens! Hey, you frown as you turn around to examine yourself, what gives!?
“Mmmmaybe it’s delayed this time?” Art suggests as he looks to Syb for support.
“Or maybe you’re just developing a tolerance?” Sybil adds.
“Woah….” Talbot mutters as if waking from a dream, “Did… did we win?”
Yea, stupid, we <span class="mu-i">did</span>, you snarl, sheesh, doesn’t he remember <span class="mu-i">anything</span>?!
“I remember you saying something…. Nice?” He mutters, exchanging confused glances with the raccoon perched on his shoulder. “And we’re still here, so uh-”
He’s just <span class="mu-i">confused</span> as usual, you scoff! Besides, you d-
“Uh, hands are on fire, Stan.”
Well of <span class="mu-i">course</span> they are, Art, you… wait… Blinking in confusion, you run the Rent-A-Cop’s words through your head a few more times before looking down to find your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS</span> glowing bright orange and flames slowly spreading across your gloves! Frantically retracting your claws, you immediately grab the <span class="mu-g">SPRAY BOTTLE</span> out of your pockets and blast the flames into submiss-<span class="mu-s">OOOOW, FUUUUCK!</span>
Bubbling upon making contact with your skin, the water melts away your gloves <span class="mu-i">and</span> some of your skin before dissolving into the air! Wh-what the <span class="mu-i">HELL</span>, you howl as you let the bottle drop to the floor!
“<span class="mu-r">Ooh, right–forgot to mention:</span>” Begins <span class="mu-r">DEMON STAN</span> from within your head, “<span class="mu-r">HOLY WATER and other blessed stuff is going to sting now that I’m hitching a ride, so you might wanna avoid that. And drop that CRUCIFIX while you’re at it!</span>”
Dumping the holy item onto the floor next to you, you point a finger at Art before snapping it a few times. Come on, man–chop chop!
“Huh. Nice craftsmanship.” He remarks as he picks it up and stows it in his kit. “And now I’ve got some <span class="mu-g">STAN REPELLENT!</span> Sweet!”
He’s gonna be needing it in a sec if he doesn’t shut up! And give back that damn <span class="mu-g">ROCKET LAUNCHER!</span>
“...spoilsport.”
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