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[willytsnitch]

I know, I should be concentratin' on the new place. Got a million things aren't done yet. Already haveta replace one o' the cooks. Astra saw him eatin'...she was SERIOUSLY grossed out. My fault, I guess, for hirin' a Sectral demon. Insect heads, and insect digestion. He had his lunch...it was a cast-iron skillet he puked on, dissolved with

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[givemeyourlove]

You have nothing to worry about from that demon, Willy.

It's good to be with my friends again. I'm glad you feel you can confide in me, as well.

[willytsnitch]

Hey, man...I owe you my life at least once. Who can I talk to if I can't talk to a guy who saved me from a psychotic flamethrowin' lawyer?