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part seven oh god numberest of SEVENS Heix stopped running when he reached the ruin gates. Beamer was standing there, looking expectant. Catching his breath, the former looked around, then straightened and delivered his verdict: "Kat's ass is indeed a ba-donk-a-donk." "We were fooled!" Beamer whirled 'round and sank his fist into a tree trunk that happened to be there. "This shatters all of our theories." "But there's more." "Say is isn't so, Heix." Beamer's eyes filled with tears. "It is already too much. My thesis is based around this, man. Are you trying to ruin me?" "Listen." Heix was absolutely serious. "It's about the rack." Beamer, too, gave a cautious look around. The valley was deserted due to Routh's previous death, which was to be a spectacle for days to come. They both nodded to each other, and Heix began. "Well, she seemed really hung up on them. And I just wanted to go up to her and say honey, don't be. You don't need to be. From those webcam profile shots I saw about a year ago, your boobs are actually nice. That's what I wanted to say anyway. I mean think about it. She doesn't have a large frame. She's real short. The average in the US is about 5'8 for women anyways." "You're beginning to bore me. More boobs." "Right-o. Welp, what her boobs DO have is projection. What she fails to see in herself is that they're full, not saggy. What's important is not quite the boob size as it is the fullness--" "There is a picture in my mind. That will suffice." They both straightened, the forbidden speech performed. In the air was an aura of completion. Which was promptly shattered by Athlon bursting through the wall behind. His eyes were filled with hell. Seizing a table, he lifted it in one effort and flung it at Heix - it caught him upside the head and sent him sprawling. Athlon then leapt upon another table and bent down, looking Beamer straight in the eye. "Pinch history -- feel the pinch blistering--" He produced a full wine bottle from beneath his robe and chugged it. Gasping, his mouth dribbled with liquor. "Pinch me in dreams 'cause I'm still not listening--" He leapt down, chugging more and letting the excess slop onto the floorboards. "X marks the spot on your calendar days -- a beard half-eaten, smiled, crawling with legs--" He kicked a wall, shaking loose mounds of dust. "Temper tempered temperature--" He seemed to notice Beamer for the first time. Bounding forward, he seized the terrified boy by the collar and hoisted him up. "TEMPER TEMPERED TEMPERATURE--" Beamer felt death's swift stab between his shoulderblades, but no blood. It was odd. Life ebbed from him, but at the same time something else seemed to be growing back in -- his mind radiated realization -- oh no -- He sprouted an afro. Lips trembling, he answered: "Manuscript replica--" Athlon - he threw his head back and screamed, "You cut it, yes, YES, you cut it c-c-cut it!" He dropped Beamer. "Manuscript rrreplicaaa" "Y-wh-sh-c-c-c-c-CUT IT" "M-m-m manuscript replicaaaahh" "You cut it, you've got it, yeah!" They looked at each other, Ath and Routh, and all was communicated between them. They looked at each other, and out at the world, and Athlon knew at that point that it didn't matter who he sided with; there was justice to be delivered. "Mmmmmanuscript rrrrrrrrrreplica" "Yes, yes, yes, you cut it yeah!"
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