Caliban, otherwise known as Satan, was in a bad mood. His annoyance permeated through his force-field. It was a trying time to have your ride transporting drugs in Mexico when you needed it for your favorite consort and your offspring. Now he would have to go to Moose Nation to collect the spare. As if this weren't enough the baby sitter flaked.
"I'm Lord of the Damned!" he muttered punctuating "Lord" and "Damned" with jabs at the cork board. And so, weirdness reigned this night.
Oh, Dark Star he won't wear Vanity's cuff. He won't even look at it.
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