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... p> "SPARE ME, please! Spare me." The roasting man howled. "I had no idea whom you are. Yah!" He shrieked like a girl—which when compared to his imposing size was very hilarious.
Falling from his bike, the brass-skinned marauder crashed heavily to the earth. His blood boiled at near one hundred degrees. His large arms was puffed with boils. His clothes were peeling from his huge body, along with surface flesh. Charcoal skin was quickly becoming red viscera. Long gone was his initial facad ...
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