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At no point does he let the bastard stand.
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The front door of Milliways swings open.
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And then Chainsaw turns on the lights.
Tile floor. Tile walls. Tile ceiling, but nobody looks at that. (Can't be too careful about those arterial sprays.)
A plain metal table in the middle of the room.
Hung all along the walls, an assortment of anonymous black cases, plus other more identifiable instruments of pain.
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The judge is new, but not that new. One look at the last day of Euphemia li Britannia's life is enough for him ( Read more... ) -
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For Sweets and Doll
Chainsaw sure as fuck isn't gonna be the first one to wake up the next morning.