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Ugh, Cream. I Only Drink Black
“What, would you like to be demoted to slave? Perhaps concubine?”
“No. I want my normal life back, devoid of psychotic evil overlords, thank you very much,” I said, deflecting his hands. I stomped away. “And don't even think about following me.”
“Psychotic evil overlord, eh? Hmm, I kind of like that- how about just 'Overlord'?”
“Don't you have a job to do? Someone dies every second- go, Fido, fetch the bone!” I said caustically, turning the corner to see Morocco slumped over the gutter, his head skimming the bushes. “Rocco?” I cried out. “You did this to him!”
“What? I just put him to sleep so he wouldn't interfere. We have important matters to attend to, you and I.”
“I won't just leave him here. I'm driving back to his place And you are. Not. I
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