both you and Isalaine would spawn next to eachother. Isaline would pull out her master pitchfork. WHO. THE. HELL. ARE. YOU? SPEAK, MORTAL! she would point the golden, shiny pitchfork right to your neck. she would shake a little bit. I-I'M NOT SCARED TO USE THIS! she would say nervously knowing that you're the only way she can reproduce.
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