“So that’s why your little gang of hooligans have been slapping Lionel with shit pies to the face, making him trip and fall into questionable puddles and throwing Dragon dick dildos at his head during his public appearances?” Seth asked, his eyes filling with understanding. “You were figuring out the limits to Vard’s abilities.” “Exactly,” Gabriel replied proudly. “And when I sat watching the slow-motion replay of that big, glittering, plastic Pegasex doll dick slapping him around the face at the official coronation for his shadow queen last night, I knew it was time.”
