(You're being hunted by a burning, blood-red head on fire, which seems to be animated and kept ablaze by some vast, unholy power. It tries to bite you and bump into you with preternatural force, screeching Shakespearean curses at you whenever it circles around for a strafing run. You have no idea what you did to upset it, but it somehow reminds you of Mitch McConnell, at least a bit.) GO, PRICK THY FACE, AND OVER-RED THY FEAR, THOU LILY-LIVER'D BOY!! HYYAAAARRRGGHHH!!!!!
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(As it's buzzing around your head like a mosquito, you can't help but notice its breath smells like rancid meat and brimstone. The air seems to get warmer and thicker with every word it says, like a sauna that's been running on high for far too long.) DIE, CRIMSON-HUED CUR, AND GOEST BACK TO HELL WHERE THOU BELONGEST, AND IF THY PRESENCE DO I SEE AGAIN, I'LL SMASH THEE WITH A ROCK!! *its voice is so loud that it's almost deafening.*
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