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Ray knew the quiet in New York City had gone on too long. There was this... thing, this class Six centipedal free-roaming non-terminating phantasm that decided to party down at the Con Ed plant in Queens, and it- well-
Well, it left him about half covered in slime and smelling vaguely of ozone, so par for the course, really.
He'll wash off and change his clothes after he's had a beer. Right now he just can't be bothered to care about the ectoplasm.
Well, it left him about half covered in slime and smelling vaguely of ozone, so par for the course, really.
He'll wash off and change his clothes after he's had a beer. Right now he just can't be bothered to care about the ectoplasm.