“Where’s the Pit?” Temper asks, looking around. “Up ahead…My Great Goddess of Fuckery and Other Magical Things.” He mumbles the last part. “Speak up,” I command. His eyes shoot daggers at me. “I said, it’s up ahead…Oh Dark Queen Who Thinks I’m a Douchebucket of the Most Epic Proportions.” Temper smirks. “What’s your name again?” she asks him. He curls his lip at her. “Callie?” Temper says, calling for a little assistance. “Answer her,” I order. He grinds his teeth. “Galleghar O’Malleghar, King of Asshats, Killer of Boners, Wannabe Emperor Who Needs to Eat a Bag of Dicks and Die.” The titles
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