There he stands, with an iron pipe in his hand and holding out his other hand to you. "Come on now... or do you like being slobbered on?" Before you can take his hand, his gaze darts to the side and his eyes immediately widen. "Oh man... please don't..." he complains quietly. You follow his gaze and see a smaller version of the one that had smeared you. "Let's get out of here... I'm not into these hideous spawn of a children's birthday party gone wrong."
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