For a woman who’s name was Japanese for ‘gentle’ of ‘calm’, those that knew the woman personally could correct others that she was anything but. She was impulsive, childish, and yet oddly VERY traditional. Nodoka was a woman who wanted nothing more than to see her son soar past human limits and become the manliest man on the face of the planet—or at the very least, the undisputed manliest presence in Japan—so that even Emperor Hirohito could not ignore him and would have to eventually step-down and give control of the country over to her manly son.
Yes, people would call her insane at that point, and that court order even mandated that she be kept heavily medicated whenever possible, but she was not someone to let her long-term goals be affected by such ordeals as being drugged to the gills 24/7. Oh no, she had to wait, but during that decade long training journey her husband and son were on, she’d managed to build up a tolerance and be a completely functioning member of society!
Okay, sure, she tended to see things now and then as a side effect, but she knew THIS wasn’t a hallucination! She was actually standing in front of a book shelf propped up for business purposes. She could feel the texts in her hands! And what better gift for her manly man son than a book?
...
...What? Her manly man son was an Adonis among all the little boys of the world physically! But sadly, her husband lacked the necessary skills to get her son to understand that education was important as well! After all, it was a handsome man that got a woman’s attention, but it was a smart man who could sweet talk a woman into his bed and their information for his little black book so he could keep them coming back. They way he was going, her son would have to get the ladies liquored-up to get them into the sack... and drunk bitches, as funny and slutty as they could be, weren’t something one should subject themselves to all the time.
Hence, why the auburn-tressed woman had paused in her usual trip to the Tendo Dojo and sough through the bargain books before her, searching for something that would hopefully interest her son and get him on the righteous path of education!
“Hmm,” Nodoka muttered, looking at the books offered in this odd store in an odd alley she had never noticed before. Again, something she chalked up to the lingering side-effects of her medicine regiment.
She picked up a red leather-bound book, flipping it over to read the English cover. “ReNewU?” She snorted. Really, she felt she was fine just the way she was... whenever she wasn’t seeing pink elephants parading down the streets.
The kimono-clad woman put the book back, before choosing another. She flinched as this one that felt like calloused human flesh beneath her fingers. Although she frowned in revulsion, curiosity spurned her on. Pulling the book down, she raised an eyebrow as she saw the book physically staring back at her. “Hmm, Necronomicon: Undead Fun for All Ages...”
She shook her head. No; might start a sparkly emo-vampire thing...
Forcefully pushing the book back onto the shelf—and ignoring the cry of ‘Hey’ as she made the book stub its nose—the woman gently grasped the next one. She shuddered as it was once more the feel of flesh; albeit much softer and smoother. Although hesitant, the Saotome Matriarch brought it down, blushing a little as she looked over a surprisingly anatomically correct cover. “Hentainomicon: Naughty Fun for All Ages...”
Looking about for a moment, Nodoka quickly placed it under her arm, deciding to grab it... for a friend! Yeah, for a ‘friend’!
And anyone who argued with her was getting cut!
Still, she needed to get something for her son! She was looking through these bargain books for her son’s benefit! Not her own! So with that thought in mind, she grasped the next book, relieved as it felt like a book should. She pulled it off the shelf, and blinked her eyes as she saw the image of a catgirl on the cover and read aloud, “Nekonomicon: Werecat Creation Rituals for All Ages...”
...
......
“FURRY GRANDBABIES!” the off-kilter woman cheered excitedly. “It was perfect! It was but mixing her two favorite things together! Grandbabies and kittens! How could they NOT go together!? It would be like denying peanut butter had no place filling chocolate!
Watching the woman dance back and forth while holding the book up-high, a buxom and violet-tressed woman looked over to her fellow buck-toothed compatriot. “Shaw, like, Lyds? Should we really be selling these books?”
The petite and rather flat-chested of the trio behind the table of the make-shift booth snorted. “Please! They’re fucking books, Mo!” she then looked to the woman she considered all-tits-and-no-brain as she explained, “Besides, we need hard cash! Besides,” she shrugged her shoulders. “What could happen with selling dusty old tomes that were locked in a super-secret vault that no one knew about until our old home sanctuary was blown up under mysterious and dubious circumstances?”
Moisha pouted. That sounded like the bad expositional plot of an addventure episode on some hentai-ish thread on a website to her. But, accepting that she wasn’t the brains of the group, she merely nodded her head in acceptance of Lydia’s plan to make them some quick coin by selling books that they had no need for.
The lone male of the group, who’d been set on sorting books before putting them on the shelves when wide eyed at his discovery. “OH MY GOD!” Romeo cried. “A First Edition “Twilight”!”
The sandy-blonde wererat in human guise was quick to take the book from her male compatriot. She opened it and narrowed her eyes as she read. “...Romeo...” she said slowly, a hint of menace to her voice. “It says, “Twilight” on the cover, but ever single page is repeating the same sentence...”
Taking the book from her, Romeo read aloud, “I like the police girl with the big titties... what?”
The most buxom of the three perked up considerably. “Wow!” Moisha gasped in awe. “That sounds like some Pulitzer Prize stuff there!”
Seething at the verbal stupidity that abused her ears, Lydia turned about, ready to smack some sense into the woman’s who’s bra-size was larger than her IQ. Fortunately for Moisha, any violence was halted as the Nodoka came up to their table. “Excuse me,” the Japanese woman cooed happily. “I’d like to make a couple of purchases!”
Lowering her fist, Lydia turned to the woman, giving her the widest, possibly fakest smile one could muster. “Ah! I see you’re a woman of fine taste in... literature...” she trailed off a moment as she noticed the two books that had been placed down on the table.
Looking over at the Hentainomicon for a moment, Romeo quickly turned back to his First Edition Twilight and whimpered as he felt a serious pang of inadequacy.
Raising an eyebrow at the book’s ‘3D Effect’, the violet-tressed beauty merely whistled.
“So, tell me” the auburn-tressed woman spoke with excitement. “How much for the two?”
The leader of the ‘Mallrat Trio’ considered that for a moment. A guide to lycanthropy and a book of perversion. She considered the pros and cons of allowing this woman to take the books—she knew ALL about the Japanese and their tentacle fetishes, the perverts—before finally deciding that she and her crew would likely be far away before any backlash could make their lives hell. “Sure. Two-hundred and fifty-thousand Yen for the Cat Encyclopedia, and three-hundred thousand for the ‘Pop-up’ Book.” She was certain the amounts she wanted were too high, but that was so she could negotiate down from there and not feel like she and her crew had wasted their time scavenging all those books.
Surprising the sandy-haired blonde, Nodoka quickly nodded her head in agreement. “Deal!”
“Er, WHAT!?” Lydia gasped. “WHAT THE FUCK!? You’re SERIOUSLY going to pay over five-hundred thousand for a pair of books? THE FUCK ARE YOU ON!?”
Nodoka giggled. “Oh, at least fifteen types of medication but that’s for neither here nor there...”
The petite blonde twitched, once, twice, thrice. “Never mind...” she shook her head, deciding that NOT getting involved would be her and the others’ best bet for safety. “How will you be paying?”
“Cash,” the woman replied as she put her wrapped bundle down on the table with the purchases before fishing her purse she kept hidden down her cleavage. After all, not many could survive that ‘booby trap’ if they tried to rob her. She opened it and started counting out the Yen notes one after another. “Cash is acceptable, right?”
“...Abso-fuckin’-lutely!” Lydia replied heartily. “Cash is king!” she grinned wide as she practically snatched the paper of Japanese denomination from the woman, quickly giving it her own look-over. “Thank you, come again...” If you can find us, she internally chuckled to herself. “Just remember: no substitutions or refunds!”
Nodoka chuckled. “Oh, no worries there. I think I’m going to enjoy these books JUST fun...”
Watching the woman walk off with the pair of books, the male of the trio quietly asked, “Lyds... are you SURE that was a good idea?” he was almost expecting to hear about penis-kaiju rampaging through Tokyo on the news any day now. “I mean, she didn’t seem like the most stable person, you know?”
Lydia snorted. “Eh, who cares? We’ve already got over half a million Yen, cash! I’d say our ‘book clearance’ is off to a damn fine start...
“Oh, lookie!” they could hear from the woman at the mouth of the alley. “Cross-breeding Werecreatures For Fun and Profit, The Were-Platypus... huh! Always knew those creatures were perverts in disguise...”
A sweat-drop trickling down the side the side of her head as both Romeo and Moisha looked at her all wide-eyed and fearful, the leader of the trio sighed. “We’ll be out of the area before nightfall, so chill the fuck out...”
As she made her way back into the streets, Nodoka continued to flip through pages, finding all this information about werecats, powers, abilities, and special notes—including sexual habits—incredibly intriguing. “Oh, those cute Juuban girls would make nice kitty fiancées!” she cooed to herself.
Pausing in her bite of ice-cream a chill went up Usagi’s spine... and not just from the brain-freeze headache she was feeling.
“But first...” a gleam seemed to flash across the woman’s eyes as determination filled her. “If my son is to have the pussycat fiancées he so deserves, and I the kitten grandbabies I most whole-heartedly deserve even more, then I’m going to need to start from scratch...”
Trip to the Tendo Dojo forgotten—which would be the relief of most of that household—the woman flipped back to the front of the tome, reading Iceron’s notes on what would be needed... how he would get the people and the correct samples to make herself some werecats...
Snapping the book shut, the woman knew exactly how to go about getting herself some large feline samples. “Internet! Here I come!”
“And welcome to Tokyo Zoo Guided Tours,” the female Tour-Guide at the front of the large crowd greeted into her head-set microphone. Seeing she had everyone’s attention, she told the, “On your left, you can see the Cheetah Enclosure, where we have simulated their real-life habit: including grassland, trees, and a redheaded Japanese woman, chasing after them, and oddly, the cats appear frightened.”
The collective of tourists ‘ooh’ed and ‘aah’ed as they watched a woman in kimono run around the enclosure, trying to match the felines that was noted for being the fastest land-speed mammals while cursing, “Come back here you spotted bastards! You can’t run forever!”
The Japanese teen in blue uniform blinked her eyes. “And behind her, we can see a man of foreign physical appearance and attire...”
Running after the woman, a mustached man in formal tuxedo and straight tie called out, “Madame, please! You’re going to get arrested again! Remember what your Parole Officer said he’d do if he had to take you in a third time this month!”
“Yessir,” the Tour Guide called out as cameras flashed and took photographs of the insanity of the Cheetah Enclosure. “The Tokyo Zoo has spared no expense in recreating an authentic habitat for its cheetahs.” She then motioned for the group to continue walking behind her. “Moving on, you will see the Lion Enclosure to your right and oh my, do they seem traumatized for some reason...”
Standing over the defeated form of Daishi, the werecheetah pat her hands, cleaning off the imaginary dust. “Really, Talon,” she called out to the pre-teenage mastermind. “You go to school with my daughter! Do we STILL have to go through this same damned song and dance? I’m not letting you cut me up for your experiments!”
The boy genius growled. True, he was on friendlier terms with the Diggers now... but that didn’t mean he was going to give up on his dream of getting werecheetah DNA, analyzing, dissection, and then cloning into his own werecat army of darkness and big tits. “One day, Cheetah! Mark my words! One day, I will get your sample!” Pee-wee yelled...
...Before a redheaded woman smacked him upside his head. “Move aside, runt,” Nodoka snapped as she made her way past the boy, her butler following behind her. “Let a pro show you how it’s done!”
Walking up to the werecheetah who was ready for battle, Nodoka snapped her fingers, causing Pierre to open a briefcase.
“One million dollars cash, US denomination in return for blood, hair, and tissue samples!” Nodoka stated firmly. After all the trouble it took to get cheetah DNA, she’d gone back to the internet for help. And finding out there was an active werecheetah... well, this was WORTH the money if it saved her time and effort.
After all, why follow the ‘recipe’ step-by-step if you had the necessary ingredients to go from step one straight to step ten?
The werecheetah looked at the woman she’d never met before, down at the money, back up at the auburn-tressed woman, down at the money in the briefcase again, the woman, the money once more, and finally back to the woman again.
“SOLD, AMERICAN!” Britanny yelled in acceptance.
“...WHAT!?” Pee-Wee and his group screamed.
“Madame, is this really necessary?” the Frenchman asked as he sat at the front passenger side of an unmarked white van while the lady herself sat behind the steering wheel.
“Yes Pierre, it is,” the woman replied as she opened a briefcase and began putting together a high-quality tranq-gun. “Now, put that mask back on, and go kick over that ice cream parlor and arcade. Mama needs to load up the darts.”
The Frenchman sighed. “My lady, I put up a flyer for a ‘Moon Princess Competition’ competition. Surely that will bring them out of hiding so they can participate.”
Frowning at her man-servant, the woman firmly told her butler, “Pierre, don’t be silly! These are the Sailor Senshi, not some silly schoolgirls! There’s no way they’d fall for such a paper-thin ruse! Oh no, we have to make them think there’s another monster attacking! Then when they’re attacking you, I can knock them out and we’ll have no trouble bringing them back to the mansion to make them suitable fiancées for my manly son!”
“But what if—”
“If they come down because of THAT one stupid little paper you printed off of Microsoft Word, I’ll owe you a soda,” Nodoka told him. “Now get to it! Mama isn’t going to get herself kitten grandbabies any other way!”
“...Why don’t you just ask the current bulk of your son’s erstwhile fiancées if they want to become werecats?” was the man’s sensible question.
“Details, details!” the woman replied, waving him off. “Now get your mask on and get going! We’re wasting daylight!”
The man just stared at the woman for a moment more. “Fine. I'll wear the mask... but do I HAVE to wear the rubber suit? It’s July and one-hundred and five degrees out!”
“Sacrifices must be made for the good of kitten grandbabies...” Nodoka told him firmly. Especially sacrifices she did NOT have to make. “Now get out there and lure some Sailor Senshi already!”
Sighing in defeat, the butler lifted the green open-mouthed reptile mask over his head. “Fine, fine...” he grumbled in acceptance as he fitted the mask onto the snaps connected to the costume proper. “To think, THIS is what I’d be doing with my Thespian Masters Degree from the University of Arts London...”
The heir to the Kamiya fortune glared at her butler. “Bitch, bitch, BITCH! GET OUT THERE AND ATTRACT SOME SENSHI ALREADY!”
Sighing, the Frenchman knew he couldn’t delay fate any longer. So with another resigned sigh, he opened the passenger door of the van and stepped out. “Raaaar...” Pierre growled blandly as he stomped up towards the front entrance of the Crowne Arcade and Fruit Parlor while waving his arms in the air. “Rar, I say! Rar! I am here to steal your energy, take your pure heart crystals, molest your pure dream mirrors... ruin your ice-cream... or... er... something!”
Stepping out of her side of the van, Nodoka smacked herself on the face with her free. “Damn it, get into it! Make like you’re going to eat the innocents or something!” she called out to him as she started to settle herself within one of the decorate bushes by the phone booth. “Really? A phone booth? Well, I suppose if there’d be one anywhere it WOULD be by an arcade...
Pierre twitched. Really? He may have been the one with a Theatrical Degree but he’d be DAMNED if he put the same effort he used while playing the title role of ‘King Lear’ to this farce! Wait a minute... who’s that coming out of the establishment?
“...Oh no!” Motoki cried out in an exaggerated fashion. “An electrical Youma! Oh me oh my! Whatever shall I do?” the sandy-haired blond wailed in a faux-hysterical fashion. “The beast has come to destroy my arcade! My arcade which has been floundering thanks to the invention of internet porn and online home console gaming! Yes, it is a useless arcade which has been hemorrhaging money for three years straight but it is MY arcade! My livelihood!”
Lowering the large Styrofoam claws, the Frenchman raised an eyebrow. “Er... what?” he looked down and noticed the youth holding a gasoline cane which had a trail of fluid in puddle right next to them and leading straight into the entertainment establishment.
Dropping a match, the liquid fuel caught fire and ran the length of the path; going up the stairs and past the doors. There was soon an explosion; windows blown out and glass flying everywhere as black smoke billowed into the sky.
Dropping the gas canister and bringing his hands up to his cheeks, Motoki continued with, “Oh no! The Youma’s energy attack has drained the power all too quickly from electric wiring not up to code and caused my arcade, my beautiful, bankrupt arcade which I had taken out a huge multi-billion Yen insurance policy just this morning on to explode! Oh woe is me! Will no one stop this Youma?”
Said Youma slowly slide down the side of the nearby building, where said explosion from the alleged energy attack, had sent him.
“...Ich liebe dich, Mutter...”
*THUD*!
*Splat*!
“Ooo~ooooo...” Nodoka purred, aligning her sights. “He spoke German, the most evil language in the world!” she smiled a saucy little grin. “I love when he does that!”
“Oh woe, oh woe is me...” Motoki wailed in a horribly theatrical fashion. “Now with the Crowne Arcade having exploded into burning and highly toxic ruins from all the asbestos, I will just have to take the money from the insurance and do something else with my life! Oh boo-hoo! Oh boo-hoo-hoo!”
“Gotterdamug...” the Frenchman in burnt foam rubber and latex cursed as he tried to get back up.
“...”
This task would have been easier, had said foam rubber not partially melted to the sidewalk.
“Zwei-holden...” the man started to curse about being double-fisted by life, only to have an even more theatrical performance interrupt his tirade.
“HALT!” came a female shout from down the street. “VILE FIEND WHO WOULD DESTROY DEFENSELESS ARCADES! YOUR EVIL ENDS HERE!” she started to move closer as the light behind her and the others eased in its intensity. “I AM SAILOR MOON! CHAMPION OF JUSTICE!”
“And we’re the Sailor Senshi!” came the resounding chorus of her four friends.
“I SHALL RIGHT WRONGS AND TRIUMPH OVER EVIL! AND THAT MEANS YOU!”
“Wow! Sailor Moon,” Motoki gasped in genuine surprise. “How did you get here so quickly!?” If they saw him blow his own place up, he was SO screwed!!
Smiling gently towards the obviously distraught individual, the Princess of the Moon explained, “We just happened to be in the neighborhood!”
“…Really?” Motoki asked a bit more somberly, practically kissing the multi-billions he was to get from insurance fraud goodbye.
The blonde nodded her head firmly. “Well, obviously, the Moon Princess Competition was inside the Crowne Arcade, right?”
Silence reigned in the area for a solid minute.
“Mistress; you owe me a Pepsi!” Pierre finally called from where he painfully pulled himself free from the sidewalk.
“COKE!” came a feminine shout from the bushes. “YOU WILL ONLY DRINK COKE IN MY HOUSEHOLD!” she then frowned as she realized everyone was looking towards her. “Bah! Screw it!”
Seeing the kimono-clad woman with a gun, Sailor Moon demanded to know, “HEY! WHO ARE—”
*Thwip*!
“YOOoooo~Oooooouuuu~uuuu... I... like... ponies...” the odango-headed heroine mumbled; a large dart sticking prominently out from the left side of her neck before she fell over.
“Sailor Moon!” Mercury cried.
*Thwip*!
The Senshi in red jumped back as the blunette fell as well. “Oh what the fuck!?” Mars cursed as she glared at the woman standing in the bushes. “What the hell do you think you’re—”
*Thwip*!
“OH FUCK!” the long-haired blonde screeched as Sailor Mars fell back, eyes rolled into the back of her head. “GAME OVER MAN, GAME—”
*Thwip*!
“Oooove~eeeeerrrrrrrr...” Sailor Venus practically drooled out before falling down to her knees and then collapsing forward, leading her in a ‘cheeks up, face down’ position.
Turning about, Sailor Jupiter tried to run and get room so she could launch an attack... tried being the key word as a dart came flying quickly her way.
*Thwip*!
“OW!!" Sailor Jupiter cried before crashing onto the asphalt; dart sticking out of her left ass-cheek.
“HA!” Nodoka crowed as she stood up from the bushes she had been using for cover. “We got them, Pierre! Quick! Get them into my unmarked white van!”
“Ist jemand spricht? Ich kann nicht sehen,” the partially melted being then turned around, before walking into a still-standing light pole and falling over.
“...Why is good help hard to find?” Nodoka asked, as she inserted a second clip of tranq-darts. Wasn’t there supposed to be a second group of Senshi... and some guy wearing a tuxedo at night... Bond something... “I hope no one tries to stop us!” she called out.
She frowned as there was no immediate response to her call to tempt fate. Quite odd. Still, one couldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. “Pierre?”
“...Kind of stuck to the side-walk again, ma’am,” he finally replied in a language other than German as he forced himself free by crawling out of the costume through the large open mouth of the mask. Fortunately, he only suffered a few minor First Degree Burns.
Blinking his eyes as his mind finally caught up with what was going on, Motoki gasped—for real this time! “Wait! You’re kidnapping the Senshi? That’s horrendous! I can’t let you get away with this!”
Picking up Sailor Moon in her arms, the auburn-haired woman turned to face the young and obviously unmanly blond male with a glare. “And burning down your own business to scam the insurance company isn’t?”
“...OH WOE IS POOR JAPAN!” Motoki wailed in an exaggerated fashion. “AN EVIL DARK GENERAL HAS MANAGED TO SUCCESSFULLY CAPTURE THE SAILOR SENSHI AND TAKE THEM OFF TO SOME DARK DIMENSION! WHATEVER SHALL WE DO!?”
“Halt, foul destroyer of—WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?” yelled out a guy in a tuxedo, a lobster bib still around his neck, as he stood on a nearby light pole... that also somehow escaped the unbelievable explosion generated by over three dozen 1980’s and two 1993 arcade game cabinets.
“I believe it is at least a Second Degree Felony, strange sir,” Pierre offered, trying to peel off melted bits of suit from his surprisingly undamaged butler’s uniform.
“Not that!” Tuxedo Kamen shouted. He already knew Motoki was planning to scam the local insurance company—really, he was surprised his one male friend hadn’t tried years earlier. The protector of the Senshi then pointed towards the woman unloading Sailor Moon into the back of white van via the open double-doors at the back of the vehicle. “I’M REFERRING TO THAT!”
Dropping the blonde unceremoniously into the back, the auburn-haired woman turned towards where she heard the sounds of complaint. “Looks like mama will need to take care of this,” the Saotome Matriarch grumbled as she pulled raised her dart rifle once more.
“What do you mean you'll take care of—”
*Thwip*!
*THUD*!
“...That looks like it hurt...” Motoki replied as he looked at where the super-hero has crashed onto the pavement from his perch.
Looking down at the unconscious youth in tuxedo and cape, the butler gently nudged him with his foot. “At least he had burnt foam rubber to cushion his fall,” Pierre replied. “Even better that I wasn’t still inside it.”
“Hurry and throw him into the van, Pierre!” Nodoka called out. “Looks like Mama will have to plan a second hunt in Juuban tonight to get the other Senshi, then off to the other wards, so you better grab that suit as well: maybe stretch it out to look like tentacles!” she cackled deviously to herself. “Yes... magic girls cannot resist the allure of a tentacle monster...”
The former arcade owner just stared at the woman. “Um... should I even be seeing and hearing this?” Motoki nervously inquired.
The Saotome Matriarch took a moment to consider that. “Hmm... good point! Pierre! Snap his neck!”
“WHAT!?” screamed the two still-conscious males.
*Thwip!*
*Thud*!
And then there was one. “I love it when they don’t see it coming,” Nodoka purred. “Now Pierre, be a good criminal accessory and help me loud the youthful bodies into the van.”
Sighing, the Frenchman did as told. “Madame,” the Frenchman spoke up as he dragged the unconscious sandy-haired youth towards their vehicle. “Did we really have to use the unmarked white van? It really adds a whole level of skeeviness to this already sordid affair.”
“Hey,” the auburn tressed woman snapped as she carefully dropped the unconscious bluenette in the back. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to follow-through and not half-ass it! That means a rusty, clunky, unmarked white-fan with no windows except for the front windshield instead of the family Rolls Royce!”
Sighing as he went back for the unconscious masked man with a cape, the butler further inquired, “And why did you even have this in the garage, Madame?”
The woman considered that for a moment as she carefully picked up the blonde, using the sleeve of her kimono to wipe drool from the unconscious face. “Well, because it was so poor-looking, my husband would never think twice about it.”
The Frenchman raised an eyebrow. “Madame, did you stalk them on the road?”
“...Stalk is such a harsh term...” the Saotome Matriarch replied carefully. “I prefer calling it, ensuring my husband tried to fix up my son with females of healthy genes.”
“...And yet he still grew up to be as screwy in the head as he—OW!” the Butler yelped as his employer punched him in the arm. He raised his right hand, gently rubbing where the woman had struck him. “That hurt, you know!”
Glaring at the older man, Nodoka firmly told him, “Just shut up and help me get the bodies into the van already! I have to meet my parole officer in twenty minutes!”
He raised an eyebrow. “And you think he won’t question your choice of vehicle?”
Shrugging, the auburn-haired woman replied, “It’s not like I painted ‘Free Candy’ on it...”
Sighing, Pierre’s shoulders merely sagged in defeat. “I’m so going to prison, I just know it...”
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