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I trust everyone's gone back to their original genders and stowed their memories back up behind safe walls for now.

Tick-tock, listen to the clock.

And as for the health of those, are people still sick? I'm hungry, a girl needs to eat, and sick people taste terrible

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I'll put them somewhere special.

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Ah, yes. Grr smash grr, rawr rawr warriors of the Earth?

Death to the Wyrm, of course.

All praise Fenrir, our destroying wolf god.

I refuse.

Very wise, he's a rather mangy thing, I imagine.

They are all mangy things.

Now, Miss Saya, they may almost all be dangerous lunatics, but I've only seen a few with actual mange. Unless you mean it more figuratively.

Werewolves are dirty things. Dirty, dangerous, and controlled by their rage. And stupid.

Sometimes I have this odd impression you're not terribly fond of them.

I don't think it's an odd impression to have.

You really do make me smile, it's terrible.

I didn't think smiles were terrible.

They're not, usually, but you do bring out the devil in me.

Do I?

You make me feel--daring, I suppose. Like I could say absolutely anything and know it wouldn't shock you. I doubt you can be shocked.

I can be surprised, but I am beyond the grasp of shock.

What does that feel like?

Like surprise without shock.

[...a pause, followed by so much laughter.]

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