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The people have spoken. Unfortunately, I have to kill my favorite, my sweet, tender son. Espeon will be taken to an empty room, a cellar with cold walls, and, with my eyes full of tears, I will shoot him with a 9mm bullet in the gem on his forehead. Blood and brains will spurt out, spraying me with an infamous stew. In the sight of so many atrocities, Eevee will gouge out his own eyes in despair.
Last poll is coming, but what is the point now?
