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... ilky, lidless eye in their direction.
"Well, well, if it ain’t a trio of two delusional dames and one soggy disappointment of a boy," she rasped, puffing out a green cloud of cabbage-smelling smoke. Her pipe farted. Audibly.
Beside her, the demonic chicken screeched. Its eyes glowed red. It clucked in Latin.
"Uh... hi?" Finn managed.
The old woman rocked once in her chair—an abomination stitched from bones and what sounded like two skeletons grinding at a haunted ...
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