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—We don’t know who you are. Be glad we don’t! Otherwise, we would have already clipped your limbs into tiny pieces with nail clippers, gouged out your eyes with a hammer, aaaaaaand! Your family, your friends, even your homeland would have met the same end! Your world didn’t recycle. Instead, they threw trash like you here! So, everything, everything of yours will be torn to shreds! Look forward to it! I can’t wait to see if you’ll still be able to sing like a cuckoo bird after your vocal cords are cut into twenty-three pieces!
Beep.
The Assistant Writer turned off the recorder. It wasn’t a mechanical recorder but a magical one, a magic item that could accurately replay a person’s voice.
“This is the official statement that was made in Monopoly City’s sky yesterday.”
I shrugged. “That sounds very different from the official statements that I know of.”
“This is normal for the people on the fiftieth floor. But, Death King, you’ve really pissed the Magic Tower Spiders.”
“Do you regret it?”
“What?” the Assistant Writer asked back.
“I’m just asking, Miss Writer. Do you feel that your choice to work with me was a bit hasty?”
“What are you talking about? Of course, I—”
The Assistant Writer dropped the recorder and crushed it with her heel. Despite her depressing eyes, she was grinning. “Of course I don’t. I’m having the time of my life. At first, I honestly...
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