What, like a tentacle beast of striped chromatic fury, lo, with a great bellowing maw of grisly black and yellowed gleaming out at them, eyes glowing mercury fyre, both of those sexy foxes stared down into Infinity Kahn's face:
"Wherefore hath thou come," spake he, gunship growl echoing through and beyond.
And meanwhile he's got her lilytip fingers
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