[The full weight of demon general samurai on your stomach isn't exactly something he was prepared for. Or wanted. Or even wanted to deal with. He can feel the air push out of his lungs with a low wheeze, his eyes crossing as his arms drop from the others' face to his arms.
Agh.]
Megrhhlllrrgh. [Gurgles. He's probably drooling now, too, you asshole. QuiT.]
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Agh.]
Megrhhlllrrgh. [Gurgles. He's probably drooling now, too, you asshole. QuiT.]