[She lifts a finger, which lights up with a lovely dark green glow, and proceeds to elegantly write the word DICKS in midair before letting it evaporate.]
And a knife that can cut through anything. Most anything. But these walls probably ain't shit compared to it.
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[She lifts a finger, which lights up with a lovely dark green glow, and proceeds to elegantly write the word DICKS in midair before letting it evaporate.]
And a knife that can cut through anything. Most anything. But these walls probably ain't shit compared to it.