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[Lady is accidentally on the second level, pulling apart her guns and cleaning them with precision and a meticulous hand. Her face is drawn, lips pursed. She's really not happy with anything going on in Template right now. But, as evil as the Joker is, he's not a demon, so she's not going to go after him. Sorry, kids.]
And I thought demons were fucked up. It's not like it's any of my business, anyway.
[She finishes assembling a pistol with a punctuating click, and she scowls down at it, looking mad enough to spit, now.] And Dante hasn't even come home. Fucking prick.
And I thought demons were fucked up. It's not like it's any of my business, anyway.
[She finishes assembling a pistol with a punctuating click, and she scowls down at it, looking mad enough to spit, now.] And Dante hasn't even come home. Fucking prick.