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Everyone had fled, except for Skittles, her cat, and Igor. Anakron turned upon them, his staff raised. Skittles' cat hissed at the staff. The staff hissed back.
"Shut up, staff," Anakron said matter of factly.
"You can't say that matter of factly," the cat on the staff said back.
"Shut up anyway," Anakron growled.
"You should konvay DoggISM on yourself, you evil man you," said the cat on the staff.
Anakron rolled his eyes and ignored the cat.
"What are you staring at?" he demanded of Skittles. He was feeling ready to konvay the aitch ee double toothpicks out of anyone who crossed him, and was hoping Skittles would. Just for the fun of it. Evil was supposed to be fun, he thought, so he had decided to make the best of it.
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