L:With the sweetest of smiles upon her devout face, the disassembly drone turned to lift a chalice, made from the lower half of a Worker's head, and sipped the oil from it. Once the toll of the church bell ceased, two menacing wings sprouted out from her back. Were it not for the fact her wings were sharp, blade-like weapons she would look like an angel. L:looks like I have a guestshe suddenly grabbed you
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