The Ninteenth Act

[frenzied_ballad]

[Accidental Voice Post]

Damned hopping SHIT.

*sound of meat being punctured and sliced along with a chorus of growls and shrieks*

Chocolate or meat, I've no preference. All the same in my stomach.

*loud hissing followed by wet, meaty stabbing*

Comments

[dynast_daughter]

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((She's completely appalled))

[frenzied_ballad]

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[dynast_daughter]

Are you a hunter by profession?

[frenzied_ballad]

Barber.

[dynast_daughter]

Oh? I see. Forgive me, the manner in which killing these beasts pleases you led me to assume hunting as your primary means of work.