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You stare at your palms, your wild lunge for the MUTANT KING’s throat missing its mark and leaving your hands bereft of neck to wring. Your mind races. You CAN’T lose DUKE NASU–he’s the only eggplant.. mutant.. thing in your castle. You doubt there are very many other eggplant mutant things around nearby to replace him with. You need to get him back.. track down that vagabond, and break it in two, and–
“Ha! Serves you right, you gorilla hobo bitch.” You glance over your shoulder to see the GUN KING drawing himself up from off the ground, steadying his immense body with his GATLHAMMER. He coughs, his form bent but voice proud. “You got lucky beating me. But the MUTANT KING? That psycho is going to tear your pet eggplant up into ten pieces and then ram it down every hole you have. Then I’m turning your dumbass little castle into an EVO venue.”
>Threaten to recrush his dick.
>Actually recrush his dick.
>Interrogate him. You need to know everything about the MUTANT KING he knows.
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