Astra re-adjusted everything. Tore, shred, dispose. Now she had on a short
pink...um, something. And was barefoot. Much better for fighting in. She exited the area and found Fred, dressed in nothing more then a loin cloth, throwing crockery down a well. Why the well was in what looked like a dining room was hard to determine. Smash, crash, bash. Fred did not notice Astra.
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