“I can’t wait for Midas’s smug head to get chopped off from his neck.” “I’d like his limbs to get cut off one by one and for him to bleed out slowly,” Judd puts in cheerfully. “Or Rip could just rot him from the inside out,” Lu offers with a contemplative tap against the piercing of twisted wood above her upper lip, its ruby end glittering like a slitted pupil.
My thoughts on Midas exactly
