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August 1 - August 6, 2025
What the hell am I doing in Phoenix?
“Every so often you hear rumors about someone or something that gets tagged with the name Pygmalion.”
“Some folks will listen to reason and,” I snapped the chip in half, “some folks need killing.”
“In the old days, evil creatures could not stand the touch of sunlight. Now they have sunblock.”
“I want you to meet a friend of mine.” Bat grinned. “You’ll like him. He sells guns.”
“Damon Crowley.” The man smiled weakly. “Actually, the last name rhymes with ‘unholy,’ but that is a tired and old joke begun by my grandfather.
“I don’t threaten, Mr. MacNeal, I merely supply people with life choices.”
Become my servants and, through the grace of Fiddleback, I will see to it that your every dream is fulfilled beyond imagining. Bat folded his arms. “You mean I get to kill you more than once?”
