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So when can I kick your ass again? The Scarlet haired enchantress smirked as she walked to an Irish elderly man in a wheelchair.

“What’s wrong with your young people today? Disrespecting an old man who served his country.

“Ireland hasn’t been at War for years, Shamous. Besides, I think we both know this isn’t a normal pub.”

Bothered by the young sorceress’s words, Shamous slowly pulled out a walking cane with a silver handle shaped like a bird’s head. “Can’t you just leave an old man in peace?”

“Why don’t you ask those tourists that are laying dead from all those claw marks you gave them?”

The old man grinned at her accusation as he licked his lips.

“Some of my finest work. You know I have a secret to having such a beautiful slaughter.”

“As much as I’d love to hear your demented reason for killing innocent people, I’d rather lock you up before I’m late for a date with my girlfriend. Again.”

“Aw, young love. So precious. So delicate.”

The paraplegic took his time to indulge the witch d
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