Why.
[An annoyed looking Colonel, his hand outstretched as he looks to the hair that is slowly moving toward him.]
Won't.
[A snap of his fingers and flames lick along the hair, consuming it.]
This.
[And yet, more appears as if nothing had happened.]
Thing.
[Though he merely attempts again.]
Die.
[A larger amount of flames now, sizzling and crackling as the
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