Any version of America is bound to be oblivious and as dense as Sagittarius A*, so Amirrorca has to do a double take before he recognizes that this is the guy he's going after. He squints from behind his aviators (thus doubling the Massive Tool ratio in the immediate vicinity) as he pauses.
And then he continues on his way.
A few moments later, right as the demon approaches an innocuous doorway in the vague direction of the horrible bar, he's greeted with a bat full of nails being driven directly into his face with the force of a buffalo stampede and phlegmy, maniacal cackling. What's truly amazing is that the bat doesn't bend or splinter or light right on fucking fire.
"SURPRISE BITCH!"
As if that wasn't bad enough, he kicks a trashcan over--where the trash can came from, what's in it, and why it exists are questions that will never be answered--and spills all sorts of decaying, mushy refuse everywhere. Amirrorca thinks that this is altering the environment to his advantage, like how some types of Pokemon use storms and mist to make their powers stronger. What he's actually doing is spreading trash fucking everywhere.
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And then he continues on his way.
A few moments later, right as the demon approaches an innocuous doorway in the vague direction of the horrible bar, he's greeted with a bat full of nails being driven directly into his face with the force of a buffalo stampede and phlegmy, maniacal cackling. What's truly amazing is that the bat doesn't bend or splinter or light right on fucking fire.
"SURPRISE BITCH!"
As if that wasn't bad enough, he kicks a trashcan over--where the trash can came from, what's in it, and why it exists are questions that will never be answered--and spills all sorts of decaying, mushy refuse everywhere. Amirrorca thinks that this is altering the environment to his advantage, like how some types of Pokemon use storms and mist to make their powers stronger. What he's actually doing is spreading trash fucking everywhere.