"Quickly! Did you touch it? How many toes did it have?"
"I don't know, who stops to look at toes while they're fighting off some kind of fucked up demon horse?! And of course I touched it, I punched it back to its dimension!"
"It's really important."
"Why?! And why do my fingers taste purple?"
"... Even it is. Don't worry, you'll be fine, I have an antidote for its poison. I think."
"You finf?!"
What is a writer?
A miserable little pile of words!
Call me MP or Miz
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Yes, I do need help, thank you for noticing.
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