The Primzahl laughed at my stupid answer. Cause of course he will. "Nonsense! I hope you'll forgive this old man for what I'm about to do. I did warn you not to get caught."
The tension rose like a rocket blasting off into space as his massive war hammer glowed with a menacing energy; Wesen pooling on the hammerhead of his weapon as the Primzahl wound up his shot. Which meant that we had to fvcking run before he actually got to pound the fvcking ground!
"Lise! We're running!"
"You're not going anywhere, unfortunately!"
*BOOM!*
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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