You pop another nut in your mouth in absentminded ennui. The Zebroid
roars in rage and swings a wicked looking black scythe off his back. "You
have offended Xyrk, God of STD's!!" he states, spitting in your eye. You
scream in agony and clutch at your eyeball as it bubbles and hisses with
escaping steam. But there's no time to lament - the Zebroid is floating
toward you, its hooves skimming across the river of pudding, while it
spins the scythe in front of it. "Nyan nyan nyan!!" you stammer, jumping
back just in time as the spinning scythe removes one of your poofy front
locks of hair. You try swimming away but find your clothes saturated with pudding...
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