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After This encounter with Satan, or at least one of his forms.
There's a John Preston curled up in a fetal position in one of the booths.
Or at least it would be John Preston if he hadn't decided to question a fundemental force in the universe.
So there's a not!Preston curled up, a child of about eight, face pudgy and flushed with chocolate and various other devices.
Despite the fact that the little lion's had his fill he's still compelled to keep going.
Poor kid's gonna be sick.
[Warning. He really is gonna be sick, taking pity on sick kids is love but be warned-they do spew. The spell working his appearance is just temporary.]
There's a John Preston curled up in a fetal position in one of the booths.
Or at least it would be John Preston if he hadn't decided to question a fundemental force in the universe.
So there's a not!Preston curled up, a child of about eight, face pudgy and flushed with chocolate and various other devices.
Despite the fact that the little lion's had his fill he's still compelled to keep going.
Poor kid's gonna be sick.
[Warning. He really is gonna be sick, taking pity on sick kids is love but be warned-they do spew. The spell working his appearance is just temporary.]