>>18753902All of witches cringe as Anina suddenly spazzes out, her limbs contorting and lips gong full-on Ducklett mode in response to the announcement. She keeps trying to say something, but all that comes out is buckets and buckets of foam.
There's a reason why she's going cuckoo like that.
"BLAAERERUURURURGAHAHHRRURUURRGRGHRAHARGRRRGH!"
Fortunately, Haunter phases into existence at just the right moment to briskly tug on her drills, snapping her back into reality to lay down her complaints.
With anxiety boiling in her insides, she slams her palms on the round table and makes her objections known.
"N-N-N-N-N-N-NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO, Y-YOU CAN'T, N-NO SHREDDING, NO SHREDDING WECAN'TSHREDYET! I-I HAVE, I HAVE...AN URGENT NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED! WE CAN'T SHRED A-ANYTHING UNTIL I CAN PLAY M-MY INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE WILD CAAAAAARD!"
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Desdemona looks around at the other sorceresses, who stay quiet and under control, "Mm...So that's it then? Anyone that *MATTERS* has no objections, yes?"
A) Cast a bitchin' spell, biatch!
B) Dial the rage meter up twenty-two notches. FUCK DESDY.
C) Give up.
