[Don't kill the idiot. Don't kill the idiot. Don't you dare kill one of Washington's idiots. Ephemera repeats the mantra in his head, furiously. He doesn't like this man and the situation is starting to make him uneasy, a nagging feeling like he's missed something crawling up from the surface.
For one, the man sounds sincere. For another, he doesn't give up even after Ephemera's clocked him in the dick.
The gods are fucking with him, Ephemera decides. Either that or he's finally lost it completely.
Awesome.]
Hey, baby.
[Ephemera lifts up his arm. Activities his flame thrower. Lets the fire dance a little. His voice is tight, angry. Just like his stance.]
Try that again and I'll show you a really hot time.
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For one, the man sounds sincere. For another, he doesn't give up even after Ephemera's clocked him in the dick.
The gods are fucking with him, Ephemera decides. Either that or he's finally lost it completely.
Awesome.]
Hey, baby.
[Ephemera lifts up his arm. Activities his flame thrower. Lets the fire dance a little. His voice is tight, angry. Just like his stance.]
Try that again and I'll show you a really hot time.