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At last, the psycho corners Honor, threatening her with a lame plastic knife from Northwest Airlines.
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| *lost in her Zen peace, burning with Pleroma, Honor doesn't give a flying fuck about the moron* | |
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| HE HE you're mine! i'm gonna fuck you! you're cornered! HE HE HE *drool* *twitch* | |
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The moron messes his pants in fear when a deep, thundering voice comes from inside Honor's tiny body.
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| YOUR POWER ENDS HERE. YOU DO NOT KNOW THE WORD. | |
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The brute became a gardener (he never knew that the coloured stuff that grew were flowers though) and Honor burned in Pleroma until she was consumed into Hadit. Happy end!
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| *eh...sorry and all...i got you some of this coloured stuff that grows and smells good...what are they called?*shudder* | |
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