Aww, you guys are ridiculously awesome. -wipes away fake tear- So because I'm feeling nice, here is Chap 11! I hope you enjoy .
Tracks of choice: "Let the Record Show" by Emilie Autumn, "Stand My Ground" by Within Temptation
Chapter 11: Our Deth Fate in Your Hands
Three days after the ordeal between the bands, the managers had called for a meeting. Everyone was a little anxious since all of them had to be there. No if, and, or buts about it. It was a beautiful Friday morning and the girls, minus Moira of course, wanted to go out, perhaps to the beach. Most of the people were chatting away until Munkittrick came in, looking worn out with bags under his eyes and messy hair.
"Andy, ya don't look so good." Cherry got up, ready to come to his aid if need be. He was after all like a father figure to them.
Munkittrick waved her away, "It's alright Cherry. Please sit down. I have very grave news to tell you, all of you."He glared at Dethklok, "So don't mess around or fall asleep, got it?" Ofdensen came in next, holding a few sheets of paper under his arm as he put on his glasses. He looked much better then Munkittrick, but there was still the faint sign of dark circles under his eyeballs. Dethklok swallow a lump in their throats, slinking down in the couch they were sitting on as if they were little boys ready to get scolded.
Taking a control out of his pocket, Charles Ofdensen pressed a button that dimmed the lights and pulled down a projection screen. As the device was getting warmed up, he cleared his voice. "Moira, if you will please come here for a moment." The front woman gulped, visibly shaking as she got up from her place on the floor and stood beside Charles and Andrew. She knew what was coming. "Ladies, Dethklok, I hate to be the bearer of bad news. This mostly concerns Cancerous, but it is necessary that Dethklok knows as well. Moira, they should hear it from you." Charles gave her a reassuring nod while Munkittrick patted her back.
Moira bit the edge of her thumb as everyone watched her. Wrapping her free warm around her middle, she sighed, hoping to calm her racing heart. "Girls... remember Salt Lake and that… that attack?" The girls slowly nodded. "Well, it's not the last of it. We're being targeted." There was a collective gasp as everyone stared at the petite woman. "I found out a few days ago myself, but I was asked not tell you until Ofdensen and Andy got more information. Guess they have it now." She immediately went to sit on a chair in the corner of the room, rocking herself slightly.
"T-targeted?" came Cherry's shaking question, "By who?"
The screen flashed as Ofdensen started the slide show, hoping it keep Dethklok mildly entertained and Cancerous informed as they were the higher species in this case with the attentive nature. The picture was of Javier Van Winkler, the very first image shown to the Tribunal. Lucy pointed at the picture and let out a small shriek.
"Him! Dat's him who whats be da one to trow da small bombs tings ats us! He trieds to hits me wit one but it hits my mikey-phones!" Fear was apparent in her eyes as she held onto Toki's hand. Hoping to comfort her, he placed an arm around her shaking shoulders. Lucy buried her face into the crook of his neck. "No! Nots him!"
Munkittrick sighed, "This man is named Javier Van Winkler. We believe him to be the leader of the organization after you. They call themselves Undertakers. This was a video sent to you just last week." Nodding to Ofdensen, the screen clicked over to the video they were watching a few days ago, but this time from the beginning.
"Hello little girls. You might remember me from your tour in Salt Lake City. I'm just as pissed as you are, I'm sure, but for different reasons. Dethklok is my life, and seeing you trying to take away their glory really upsets me. I think all of you as filthy vermin, sucking the life out of Dethklok. Well no more… The moment I have you in my sights, you better watch you pretty little backs. Not even little Susie is going to help you. Prepare yourselves Cancerous, I'm going to fucking kill you all when you least expect it. I have connections everywhere, so I'm always watching. Don't get cozy in Mordhaus you whores, because it ain't gonna last long. I'm coming for you…" he pointed two fingers at the camera with his thumb up, making it into a gun. "Heh, bang, bang."
The movie stopped. Runa and Cherry were covering their mouths in horror, their eyes wide in fear. Bloodyfist was seething in anger as she gripped the hilt of her dagger that was tucking into her boot. Lucy covered her ears, shaking more violently then before. Moira looked ill. The women of Cancerous never believed that such a thing could happen to them. They weren't even that famous in their opinion. Dethklok was considered the SEVENTH biggest economy in the world. Cancerous had nothing but good record sales. But why were they hated? Was he just that crazy?
Dethklok, normally uncaring to such things, were shocked. Pickles held Cherry tightly to him, holding her smaller hand in his. Runa got up to pace the room, cursing in her native tongue as she threw her arms up vehemently, scaring poor Lucy more as she whimpered. Skwisgaar looked at the young Ukrainian sympathetically. She was still much to young to be dealing with such things. Nathan has his head bowed, covering his face with his thick black hair. The only thing anyone could see was his teeth clenched tightly, his fists balled until his knuckles turned white. He remembered the Revengencers and how crazy they were. Cancerous didn't have the resources to protect themselves from such a threat.
"Show… ish that why they're reall here with ush? Not becaush all of a schudden the two of you thought a concert together would booscht their fame?" Murderface said, sinking further into the couch. "Do you know when he'll turn up?"
"It is unsure when Van Winkler will make his move. And you're right Murderface. That is why Cancerous is here in Mordhaus." Ofdensen said. Nathan looked up at him, "The contracts were actually meant to fool everyone, and the only way I could see them coming here with your consent and not raising suspicion with the media. I knew you wouldn't unless some kind of deal was struck. The media would blow everything out of proportion and making this process a lot harder." Nathan, for some unreason, felt unbelievably bad that it had to take a contract for Dethklok to protect talented women. He would never admit it though, but he knew Moira had too much talent to let it go to waste. It wasn't fair at how shocking similar their status was as well. But this leader was more of a mad man then the leaders of the Undertakers.
"Mordhaus is the only place on this planet I would be able to trust keeping my girls safe. I'm sorry that it had to be this way girls, but you cannot leave the safety of Mordland's premises until the day before the concert. We have yet to find the Undertakers' where about. But we hope they will surface during the concert…"
"Are you using us as live bait?" Moira hissed, standing up from her place in the corner, "Are you out of your fucking mind, Andy? This guy wants to kill us! All because we exist!" she press the palm of her hands into her eyes, "I thought Salt Lake was a fluke!" her voice wavered, causing it to go a pitch higher. "It's nice and all that you know Ofdensen really well, but I'm sure this is causing some kind of controversy and inconvience. I don't think we're worth all this."
"Miss Implosion, I guarantee you that all of you will be safe. The best Klokateers will be watching over you. And you are worth protecting." He remembered Munkittrick's cry for help when the older man called him. Andrew had sent him demo tapes and Ofdensen was impressed. He wanted the girls to become the next big thing, which in turn would make Dethklok work harder. It was a win-win deal in his opinion for the businessman. He just didn't know how to make it work until now. Cancerous was by far one of the most talent bands he had heard in a long time since Dethklok's formation.
Behind him, the screen flashed. It was the layout of their stage. Various diagrams were being shown, and to the specification of both Moira and Nathan, the stage had several platforms that ranged from five to fifteen. Using a red pointer, Munkittrick circled a few areas. The diagrams were the concept art for their stage. Of course it was still going through various stages of revision to make it smaller but efficient.
"Here, there will be snipers overlooking the stage like hawks. Around these areas are cameras, even behind the stage so we have 360 degrees of vision." Another image went on the screen, "This is the basic layout of the concert zone. There is a ten foot buffer zone between you on stage and the audience. These blocks right here are speakers and screens for those unable to see you. They also suffice as guard towers as well. Everyone attending the concert will be checked. The highest security measures will be taken." Munkittrick turned his head to look at everyone. "Any questions or concerns so far?"
Lucy looked up, tears brimming her eyes, "So we can'ts leave here, at alls?" her bottom lip trembled. "Dere's no way to finds dis bad guy?"
"I'm sorry." Munkittrick said softly, "I won't risk an attack on the outside just yet. Your best bet for survival is here, near Dethklok. Doing a background check on him, he is literally obsessed. He wouldn't put Dethklok in harm's way; that I am for sure. What makes him so dangerous is his military knowledge. This man is dangerous."
"What if somethin' happens to us?" Cherry said, "Like, we git seperated from the group? Ya know, in case them safety measures weren't enough?" Charles opened his jacket and took out a red rectangular box.
"You are to wear these at the concert," Ofdensen spoke up, handing each girl a skull shaped ring that sat inside the box. "There is a tracking device on it. If anything were to happen to you, such as an abduction, we can track you with this. It is possible the Undertakers will do try to take you. We notified the Russian Military, they will have soldiers outlining the entire concert zone."
"No more questions?" Everyone shook their heads, "If anything else comes up, we will tell you immediately. Dethklok, the lives of Cancerous is in your hands. I know some of you," Munkittrick gave a knowing look to the guitarists and drummer, "Will have no problem staying with your… partner… but as for Murderface and Nathan, please. Never let Moira or Susie wander off alone. If what he says is true, one of the newer klokateers could be a spy. Only the most trust worthy are being sent to watch over your doors at night since none of the you girls are in rooms have windows. You are all dismissed."
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Everyone had wandered into their rooms, the girls too depressed to go outside into the backyard anymore. Bloodyfist herself was a bit worried. In the privacy of her room, she moved the waist band of her shorts low, looking at the small scar where a piece of wood had struck her at Salt Lake City. The wound was nothing to tell and worry the others about, it was less than half the size of a penny. Pulling her shirt down, she went to find Murderface so he could teach her more about how to use a gun. He may not have been the sweetest guy, but he was still a nice person to befriend. She just never wanted to him practice with his shorts down.
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Cherry and Pickles were laying on his bed, smoking some weed in hopes of taking their edge off. It was working for Cherry who was slowly getting sleepier as time drawled on. However, Pickles felt like destroying something to ease his anger. How dare someone make a threat to hurt the woman beside him. Putting his roach out, he tuned to face Cherry on his bed, their faces close to one another.
"Cherry?" he said softly, wondering if she was asleep since her eyes were closed. They fluttered opened, slightly glazed from her high. A ghost of a smile graced his lips. Her eyes were so beautiful, and even through her trials in life, held only the honestly within her."Babe, you ok?"
"I think so." She placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, "I'm with you, aren't I?" she grinned a little.
Pickles hugged her close, stroking her wonderfully soft red hair. "I guess." He sighed, "So you know, I won't let anything happen to you. I'm going to protect as best I can."
"Really? Like my own dreadloch combover Superman, foreva or somethin'?" she fluttered her eyes playfully. "My hero."
"Yeah. Forever." he laughed at her statment, putting a hand on his balding top. He liked her humor too.
Cherry smiled, rubbing her face against his bare chest. "Mm, I'd like that idea very much. But I'll puke if ya call me Lois, Superman. I'm more of an MJ if you know what I'm -yawn- sayin'." She slowly drifted into a slight slumber.
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Runa was strumming away on her guitar when she heard a knock on the door. Unlike Pickles and Cherry or the young rhythm guitarists, she didn't 'move' into Skwisgaar room. Opening the door, she was greeted by the Swedish man, his guitar slung over his shoulder. Stepping to the side, she allowed him access into her room.
Skwisgaar sat on her bed, feeling a bit unsure of what to say or do. Just by looking at her, he could tell she was unbelievably depressed, her guitar play was slow, lazy and messy. She wasn't making an effort to do anything. He needed a way cheer her up. But how?
"Runa, are you ok?"
The Finnish woman scoffed, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. "If you call being scared ok, then yes I am." Plucking at her guitar, she frowned deeply, "I don't know if I should hate you for having fans like him. Moira is right, you are competition and yet I can't help feeling the way I do, Skwisgaar." Looking up at him asshe searched for the right words, "What are we? What am I to you?"
Kneeling before her, he took her slightly callous hands into his, "My friend and my lover. So please, don't be scared while I'm with you. Until this man is caught, I'll stay beside you, and even after if you want." He gave her heart stopping smile. Runa smiled back, leaning to kiss him in thanks.
"Then my life really is in your hand." Skwisgaar was relieved to see her tension melt away.
"Let's see how you've done on my solo." Runa giggled, in a much lighter mood then before. Situating her guitar comfortable on her lap, she took a deep breath before she began to play Crush my Battle Opponent's Balls. (AN: From the Skwisklok episode. "Gets me a dragon!")
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"T-Toki?" Lucy said from her spot on the bed. Toki looked up from the model plane he was building, "Can you stays here wit me tills I falls asleep?" she patted the spot beside her. Toki went over to her and laid down, being careful as not to rest on top of her black silk strapless dress. Moving a strand of hair from her face, he smiled at her.
"Don'ts be scared. Ol' Toki will make sures nothings happens to you. Because I wants you to be my goilfriend." Lucy's eyes widen. Toki shook his head at his declaration, "I's was going to asks at da concert, but den dat fight you had wit Moiras da other day and now dis, I tinks dis might be bests times to asks." He looked at her hopefully. "Cause den I's has every reasons to be withs you."
Lucy hugged him, "Oh, Toki! Course I be you goilfriends! I likes you for a whiles now." She giggled a little, "Maybe nows we can gets rid of da bunk beds?" Toki blushed. "What? You don't wants to sleeps nexts to me likes Cherries and Pickle? Not likes we's gonna has sexs or anythings. It be like firsts times I comes here. It was much mores comfortables."
For some reason Toki was a little sad about that.
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Moira stood before Nathan's bedroom door, not sure why she was even there when it was his off day from his German lessons. She swallowed a lump in her throat and knocked, wondering whether or not she should run before he opened up. However, she heard the sound of heavy footfall coming her way. Straightening up, she waited for the door to open.
"What?" he said gruffly, seeing the small black haired woman at his door.
Moira wrung her hands, feeling a bit uncomfortable, "Can… can I come in? I was thinking we could finish up you're German lessons even if… uh… we're not suppose to. You… you're almost done." She licked her lips, half expecting denied access. Truth be told, she was scared to be by herself at the moemnt but everyone, including Bloodyfist whom she saw greet Murderface in the hallway, was with someone else. The threat on her band frazzled her mind, causing overwhelming paranoia to swell up within her. She needed some sort of distraction.
(AN: No one is singing "Let the Record Show", but I thought it would be a nice song to play, considering the lyrics and circumstances fit with each other a little bit right now and for later on in Cancerousklok :D)
Learning tricks with absent guile
Reeling in your crooked smile
Why did I turn to you?
I wanted a hand to pour my heart into
And now I bump my grind through another night
Lose my mind in another fight
Why did I turn to you?
I gave you the chance to prove the rumors true
And now I'm paying with my, paying with my life
I'm paying with my life, my life, my life
Nathan grumbled, but moved from the door to allow her entrance. Moira sighed in relief, carefully closing the door behind her. Nathan rummaged through his night stand, looking for his notebook that contained the edited version of Moira's song. Moira sat on his bed like she had done before, sitting Indian style in the center dressed in short black spandex, shin high black socks and a tight fitting tank top with her mass of inky black hair in a ponytail.
With a sigh, Nathan sat on the edge, opening to the back where German words were scribbled about the lines with English annunciations to help him. If he didn't like the song, he'd sing it in plain ol' English, but the challenge from the woman beside him kept him going. So far he had most of it down, but there were still a few things he couldn't pronounce. Besides, this was perhaps the only time Moira wasn't so… bitchy. Her attitude had toned down since the fight she had with Runa.
So let the record show
That you murdered me
In your coldest blood
With your own two hands
Don't think no one understands
It happens every day
Looking life like a burlesque show
Get them off and they'll let you go
Why did I turn to you?
I only turned out to be just one more girl you slew
And now I bump my grind for another
Lose my mind in another
Why, why, why, why?
I gave you the chance to prove the rumors true
And now I'm paying with my, paying with my life
I'm paying with my life, my life, my life
Moira stuck her tongue out as she tried to make heads or tails of his crappy writing. Sighing, she handed the book of paper back to its owner. "Sing to me what you have down, ok?" Nathan thought for a moment, taking a quick glance at the words. Moira started, hoping it jog his memory with how it was supposed to be sang as she started off. The two moved their hands to the tempo of the song, then he began.
So let the record show
That you murdered me
In your coldest blood
With your own two hands
Don't think no one understands
It happens every day
They made it past the chorus until he began to struggle a little bit with the pronunciations of the second verse. Again they went through the chorus flawlessly. The verse after Lucy's little number, he struggled a bit more. Moira stopped to help him. The first several lines repeated itself until the last one. Nathan's breath hitched as she leaned into him more, pointing at the words and singing them herself along with her lines. Her breast brushed up against his arm, making him stumble a bit as he fought off the weird sensation it was sending to his grion.
You're jealous, oh
You're jealous, why?
It's a simple excuse for a complex crime
So write this on your soul
But don't waste my time
If I'm going down
Then I'm doing down good
If I'm going down
Then I'm going down clean
If I'm going down
Then I'm going down the prettiest broken girl you've ever seen
If I'm going down
Then I'm going down good
If I'm going down
Then I'm going down clean
If I'm going down
Then I'm going the prettiest wretched whore you've ever seen
While I breathe
I've got no evidence to prove my end
And so you'll walk away?
Nope, wrong again
"It'd not like a pony 'neigh', say 'nee' like neeeeee-on. And remember, 'w' is pronounced like 'v'. Try it again. I think you have it." Nathan growled a little, but did as he was told once he was done writing down his key. This time, he actually made it through the whole song, only a few minor mistakes here and there that could be fixed with practice.
So let the record show
That you murdered me
In your coldest blood
With your own two hands
Don't think no one understands
It happens every day
You're jealous, oh
You're jealous, why?
It's a simple excuse for a complex crime
So write this on your soul
"About fucking time!" he exclaimed, tossing the notebook across the room. Moira smirked at him, putting her elbows on her knees and propping her head up on her hands. "Talk about fucking brutal. German's hard." Nathan laid back, exhausted mentally. He tucked his arms under his head. He mumbled the rest to himself. He yawned and glanced over at the quite girl. "What?"
And let it show
That you murdered me
In your coldest blood
With your own two hands
Don't think no one understands
It happens every day
You're jealous, oh
You're jealous, why?
It's a simple excuse for a complex crime
So write this on your soul
But don't waste my time
Moira had a small smile on her face as she laid down into a fetal position, her face looking at him through her thick lashes. Hazel eyes soften, "Nathan. Will you do me a favor? I know we've never really been on good terms, but…" Nathan raised a brow, "At the concert, if anything happens, will you watch out for my girls?"
"Why?"
Rolling onto her back, she assumed the pose Nathan had, tucking her arm underneath her head as she stared up at his canopy. "I trust Bloodyfist, but this is bigger than the occasional jerk trying to cope a feel or a bitch bad mouthing us for my would-be boxer. I never thought things would get out of hand, not like this. As much I hate to say it, it was probably my jealousy of you."
Surprised by the confession of the small woman beside him, Nathan turned to his side to look at her dreary form, making patterns on his dark red covers with her right hand. "Huh… jealous?" Curiosity got the better of him. Try as he might not to get involved with anyone from Cancerous, the girl beside him was one hell of a cookie to crack. He didn't know if he liked this shift in attitude. He briefly preferred her trying to gouge his eyes out and make his ears bleed. It was sure a lot hotter like that, and the hate within him was sweeter then when he was with Rebecca.
Implosion shrugged, "Who isn't? Like I said before, you're the biggest name in the world. The past year, I've been pushing the girls really hard. At first we were in it for the fun and security it brought us. We were all making some money. Then out of nowhere, I wanted us to be big. Then Dethklok came out, and I was jealous. I kept pushing them, uping the tempo until the girls couldn't keep up. Then finally we had our break, but still, it was from you giving an involuntary hand. Similarities at first look. I hated it…" she frowned a little, "It seems that my selfishness brought all this bad mojo upon my girls." She left out a big breath of air, closing her eyes as she shook her head, "Guess I've was breaking my band up and not yours by being a bigger bitch then normal." She gave him a smirk. Nathan wasn't very surprised about that part. He figured as much from his douche bag logic.
The two sat in silence, neither one really wanting to break the peaceful yet sad atmosphere around them. It was definitely better then the norm. Nathan closed his eyes and tried to relax. After a while, Moira sat up and began to sing quietly to herself, thinking the large man on the bed with her was asleep. Little did she know, he was wide awake.
I can see
When you stay low nothing happens
Does it feel right?
Late at night
Things I thought I put behind me
Haunt my mind
I just know there's no escape
Now once it sets its eyes on you
But I won't run,
Have to stare it in the eye
Stand my ground, I won't give in
No more denying, I've got to face it
Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
If I don't make it, someone else will
Stand my ground
Nathan looked up at her, content with listening to her and looking at her face which was turned away from him. Ofdensen didn't have to ask him to watch after her. In the mist of being who he was, Mr. Tall-Not-So-Dark-and-Brutal, he had grown accustumed to her presence and enjoyed being alone with her. There were times where he wanted to step over the boundaries of being 'forced partners' as she had put it, and be her friend.
It's all around
Getting stronger, coming closer
Into my world
I can feel
That it's time for me to face it
Can I take it?
Though this might just be the ending
Of the life I held so dear
But I won't run,
There's no turning back from here
Stand my ground, I won't give in
No more denying, I've got to face it
Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
If I don't make it, someone else will
Stand my ground
Moira thought back to all the times she had pushed her band, her friends past their limit, practicing until she lost her own voice. Being good just wasn't enough for her, she had wanted them to be the best and the fact they stuck with her through the years was incredible. Before Munkittrick, before the fame, before Dethklok, she had honestly thought they would never get so far but here they were. Close to being the second biggest name in the world and sitting right beside the God of Metal, Nathan Explosion himself. It was a dream come true for any girl to be as close to him as she was, just two inches from physical contact, but Moira couldn't help but feel that she was just a burden to him.
All I know for sure is I'm trying
I will always stand my ground
Stand my ground, I won't give in (I won't give in)
I won't give up (I won't give up)
no more denying, I got to face it
won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
if I don't make it, someone else will
Stand my ground, I won't give in
no more denying, I got to face it
won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
if I don't make it, someone else will
stand my ground
When she was done, Nathan thought it was rather nice song. It wasn't brutal or anything, but he figured she was singing it because of the situation she felt she put her band through. He briefly wondered if there was a recording of it with the band. He'd never tell anyone, but he actually liked her songs, and he was sure she liked his because every time he was singing, she'd close her eyes with a small smile on her face, just listening to the song without distraction.
Moira jumped as she felt Nathan's enormous hand upon her head when she fell back into the mattress, patting it as if she was just a little kid. That's what it looked like when they stood side by side, her barely reaching his pecs. She turned shy eyes to him, wondering what he was doing exactly. Nathan didn't speak, it just wasn't his forte when it came to sappy things. He cracked a small grin at her however.
The small vocalist seemed to understand what it meant. "Thanks Nathan." She returned his grin, playfully punching his massive fore arm, "You're not so bad after all. I always thought you were some big brute with one hell of a voice. But you're just a big fucking teddy bear." She laughed as Nathan growled at that response. That was brutal, and totally killed the mood on his part. She surprised them both as she grabbed his arm and embraced it, resting her head on his bicep. Her head look downed so he couldn't see her blush.
Feeling her phone vibrate on her slender waist after an entire hour of just laying there, Nathan actually sleeping this time with her still clinging to his massive arm, she took out the small silver device and flipped it open, noticing the new text message she just received. Frowning at the sender's number, nothing but ones and zeros, she opened the text. She didn't know her sudden shift had roused the man from his slumber. He blamed the fact he was a light sleep.
Don't worry about your performance. I'll be there to watch over you- G.C.
Moira's eyes widen, tossing the phone as if it burned her. Seeing Nathan's questioning look, she laughed nervously, "Oh, just a text about enrolling in… um… cheerleading camp." He seemed to buy it and closed his eyes again. The woman gulped. Life was getting more complicated.
Aww, thank you Dragonz, I'm glad you like the songs I choose. For a full list compiled from the story thus far, check my profile! There's also a list of their full names and what instruments the girls play :D
YourSweet, don't spork me! Lol, I'd never stop writing this story. I really love it and it's shockingly easy. I really do think I'll be able to finish it at the end of the year. Then I'll weep... My story has an outline with major events, so if more things similar to this other person happens, oh well, I'm NOT changing my story. I'd be pissed if our ending was the same though. And thanks for the compliments :) it made me LOL for a bit.
Gremlin: Wow... um... I'm glad you liked Moira's smackdown? I actually feel bad for her...
Angela: I really don't know how to comment back. I would never say or accept a statement that says I'm better then a fellow writer. I personally like Hypnoklok, though I haven't gotten around to actually write a review, I could do it here when I write back to my reviewers, which only comes from four of you D: -weep-
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