Exile - Chapters 18 and 19
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i_read_whatSo last time, we saw what's going on with Drizzt, Belwar, and Clacker as they're held captive by Illithids. It's pretty awful. Things are looking up though, because Zombie-Zak's on the horizon, and what good is a homicidal undead father if he can't start murdering some mind flayers for you?
And indeed, we start off with Zak in the very same ridge where Belwar and Clacker had been captured, and he's hacking and slashing the shit out of the illithids who came there to kidnap him. See, mind control blasts don't work very well on folks that are both undead and under the control of a Goddess.
It's pretty satisfying to watch. Also at one point, we see the onomatopoeia "Fwoop!", which apparently represents the illithids firing off their psychic blasts. I find that charming.
Well, technically, Zak hasn't killed a lot of them yet. Only one. The others, realizing that their psychic probes aren't working, have wisely started high-tailing it out of there. But they're a bit too slow.
Zaknafein cared nothing for the illithids and would have walked contentedly off on his way. To the illithid’s misfortune, though, the spirit-wraith’s instincts, and Zaknafein’s past-life knowledge of mind flayers, led him to a simple conclusion: If Drizzt had traveled this way—and Zaknafein knew that he had— he most likely had encountered the mind flayers. An undead being could defeat them, but a mortal drow, even Drizzt, would find himself at a sorry disadvantage.
Zaknafein sheathed one sword and sprang up to the ridge of stone. In the blur of a second fast leap, the spirit-wraith caught one of the rising illithids by the ankle.
Fwoop! The creature blasted again, but it was a doomed thing with little defense against Zaknafein’s slashing sword. With incredible strength, the spirit-wraith heaved himself straight up, his sword leading the way. The illithid slapped down at the blade vainly, but its empty hands could not defeat the spirit-wraith’s aim. Zaknafein’s sword sliced up through the mind flayer’s belly and into its heart and lungs.
There's a lot of this. I quite enjoy it.
Also, interesting note, Zak is capable of using racial abilities like levitation. Illithids also levitate, which means that eventually we get some floating alien squid corpses. Fun!
-
We shift scene to two of the mind-flayers observing Guen on the Astral Plane. We're told that the mind-flayers don't realize it, but Guen IS aware of them. Since the usual physical senses are pretty useless up here, she's got some additional senses suited for the environment. She can recognize illithid auras.
She's not sure if these observers have anything to do with the fact that her drow boyfriend hasn't called her into existence. It could be a coincidence, but she's smart enough to realize that's probably not the case. She's waited to act for a while, but this time...
Springing through the stars, Guenhwyvar charged upon the mind flayers. Occupied in their efforts to begin their return journey, the illithids did not react until it was too late. The panther dived in below one, catching its silvery cord in fangs of sharp light. Guenhwyvar’s neck flexed and twisted, and the silvery cord snapped. The helpless illithid drifted away, a castaway on the Astral Plane.
The other mind flayer, more concerned with saving itself, ignored its companion’s frenzied pleas and continued its descent toward the planar tunnel that would return it to its corporeal body. The illithid almost slipped beyond Guenhwyvar’s reach, but the panther’s claws latched on firmly just as it entered the planar tunnel. Guenhwyvar rode along.
Wooo! Calimari snack time!
-
We switch to Clacker now. The illithids are in crisis mode. He's realizing that he might have a chance to escape. But he needs to figure out how to get across the chasm. He tries throwing a gray dwarf at the lever that controls the currently retracted bridge, but misses. Gray dwarf plummets into the chasm. Aw. Poor dude. Duergars get it rough in these books.
He tries again with a rothe.
-
Back to Zak! Zombie Zak is basically Terminator-walking through the illithids. It's a bit sadder when the slaves attack: goblins, gray dwarves, orcs and ogres. If you think about it, they're all in the same boat as our heroes. But maybe death by zombie-drow is better than this.
--
Belwar's with his master, watching one of the two astral traveling illithids return to his body. With a friend!
At the same instant the illithid returned to the Material Plane, Belwar’s master telepathically shared in its pain and terror. Before Belwar’s master could begin to react, though, Guenhwyvar materialized atop the seated illithid, tearing and slashing at the body.
Belwar froze as a flicker of recognition coursed through him. “Bivrip?” he whispered under his breath, and then, “Drizzt?” and the image of the kneeling drow came clearly into his mind.
Good kitty.
Belwar's master tries to urge him to kill Guen, even as Guen beheads the illithid she's on top of. When the master realizes that Belwar's breaking free of control, he tries to zap him, but Guen knocks Belwar out of the way. He's only clipped, and he fights it off. Together they take out Belwar's master with a hammer-hand to the face. Wooo.
More than that! See, during all that, Guen found the balcony which is high above brain-central. And thus, after Belwar's master dies...welllll...
Forty feet below the room, the kneeling drow sensed his revered master’s fear and outrage and looked up just as the black panther sprang out into the air. Fully entranced by the central brain, Drizzt did not recognize Guenhwyvar as his former companion and dearest friend; he saw at that moment only a threat to the being he most loved. But Drizzt and the other massaging slaves could only watch helplessly as the mighty panther, teeth bared and paws wide, plummeted down onto the middle of the bulbous mass of veined flesh that ruled the illithid community.
It says something about this series that I am pleasantly surprised that Drizzt doesn't break free on his own. There's no shame in that! But later books tend to make Drizzt SO much of a paragon. I like when he doesn't ALWAYS need to be the best in the room.
I suppose, since I really want to get to the end of this side-romp, I'll go into the next chapter here too. More illithid death! WOO!
So anyway, cat vs. brain goes poorly for the brain. The poor slaves are frantic but helpless. Even Drizzt, who is pleading for someone, anyone, to do something.
That's actually a nice little touch. Whatever you say about Drizzt, and well, five books in, I've said a fucking lot, he's not someone prone to passivity or helplessness. A Drizzt, in his right mind, would fight.
But anyway, Guen's in the middle of the brain and none of the servants can reach her. And then...
A few moments later, Drizzt stopped his jumping and shouting. He wondered where and who he was, and what in the Nine Hells this great disgusting lump in front of him possibly could be. He looked around the walkway and caught similar confused expressions on the faces of several duergar dwarves, another dark elf, two goblins, and a tall and wickedly scarred bugbear. The mind flayers still rushed about, looking for some attack angle on the panther, the primary threat, and paid no heed to the confused slaves. Guenhwyvar made a sudden appearance from behind the folds of brain. The cat came up over a fleshy ridge for just a moment, then disappeared back into the gore. Several mind flayers fired their mind blasts at the fleeting target, but Guenhwyvar was out of sight too quickly for theirenergy cones to strike—but not too quickly for Drizzt to catch a glimpse.
“Guenhwyvar?” the drow cried as a multitude of thoughts rushed back into his mind. The last thing he remembered was floating up among the stalactites in a broken corridor, up to where other sinister shapes lurked.
An illithid moved right beside the drow, too intent on the action within the brain to realize that Drizzt was a slave no longer. Drizzt had no weapons other than his own body, but he hardly cared in that moment of sheer anger. He leaped high into the air behind the unsuspecting monster and kicked his foot into the back of the thing’s octopus head. The illithid tumbled forward onto the central brain and bounced along the rubbery folds several times before it could find any hold.
Woo, action scene! Kick that motherfucker!
And hey, is there another dark elf in this bunch? Not for long! You're not an enemy nor our hero, dude, so bye!
Fwoop! A blast came from the side, and Drizzt turned to see the other dark elf reeling from the stunning blow. A mind flayer rushed in on the drow and grabbed him in a tight hug. Four tentacles latched on to the doomed dark elf’s face, clamping on, then digging in toward his brain.
Drizzt would have helped, but he's being attacked himself.
Grotesque, bulging lines crossed up the drow’s face, a visage contorted by more anguish than Drizzt had ever before witnessed. Drizzt saw the illithid’s head jerk, and the tentacles, buried beneath the drow’s skin and reaching and sucking at his brain, pulsed and bulged. The doomed drow screamed again, one final time, then he fell limp in the illithid’s arms and the creature finished its gruesome feast.
Ew.
Drizzt keeps fighting.
--
Back to Zombie-dad. The slaves aren't swarming anymore. They're freed from control and running for their lives, even as illithids chase them. Zak still takes out a fleeing goblin, but also chops the mind flayer chasing it. Now that Drizzt has his memory back, Zak can sense him. He heads toward the illithid castle.
--
Clacker's still throwing things. Eventually, he gets a rothe to slam into a lever and it extends. He grabs a gray dwarf "for luck" (WHAT?) and heads across. It gets dicey when an illithid appears. It can retract the bridge before Clacker gets to either side, but well, he DOES have a gray dwarf projectile handy. A well timed throw and an even better timed leap, and Clacker's on the other side of the chasm. He's not completely unscathed though, as the mind flayer tries to whack him with the bridge, and even manages it. And Clacker's resistant, but not immune to mind control, so he's pretty helpless.
Fortunately, the illithid decides he wants a snack rather than a quick take-down. It quickly regrets this.
--
Belwar is searching for their equipment. He eventually finds it, claiming both his own stuff and Drizzt's scimitars. He follows Guen's growling downward.
--
Drizzt is trapped by an illithid. He fights back in a way that is successful but shouldn't be?
Drizzt knew little of mind flayer anatomy, but it was a bipedal creature and he allowed himself some assumptions. Wiggling a bit to the side, so that he was not directly facing the horrid thing, he brought a knee slamming up into the creature’s groin. By the sudden loosening of the illithid’s grip, and by the way its milky eyes seemed to widen, Drizzt guessed that his assumptions had been correct. His knee slammed up again, then a third time.
Aren't illithids monosexual? Do they HAVE genitalia there?
The illithid's still trying for Drizzt's brain though, so Drizzt ends up channeling his hunter persona and ripping the illithid's tentacles out. He beats it into submission and then death. And happily, that's when he notices his scimitars on the floor next to him. (Belwar threw them)
--
So more fighting. Everyone's having fun. The illithids are off kilter, because of the unexpected nature of all of this, and probably because their hive mind is cat food. Drizzt is going pretty berserker, but snaps out of it when Belwar limps over to him. He'd twisted his ankle in a fall that I failed to recap. Drizzt comes over to help, as does Guen, "sleek from the blood and gore of the central brain".
See? Cat food.
So Guen takes point to lead them out. Belwar and Drizzt manage a little banter about the craftsmanship of the corridors (definitely NOT by svirneblin. Even mind controlled ones.) They have some skirmishes, and Belwar figures out that anger is a cushion against the mind zaps.
So we've got a few pages of fleeing and fighting. At one point, there's a note of heavier footsteps than illithids. At another point, Guen tumbles herself into an entire group of illithids like a bowling ball, and Drizzt realizes with horror that he doesn't have the onyx figurine. Belwar does though! So they're able to send her back before the illithids eat her.
This happens though and I'm not sure what to think of it:
As a group, the illithids spun toward them and charged.
“Get the other door!” Belwar cried. Drizzt had grabbed the figurine and was already moving in that direction. The iron portals slammed shut and Drizzt worked to replace the locking bar. Several clasps on the outside of the door had been broken under the burrow-warden’s ferocious assault, and the bar was bent, but Drizzt managed to set it in place securely enough to at least slow the illithids.
“The other slaves are trapped,” Drizzt remarked.
“Goblins and gray dwarves mostly,” Belwar replied.
“And Clacker?”
Belwar threw his arms out helplessly.
“I pity them all,” groaned Drizzt, sincerely horrified at the prospect. “Nothing in all the world can torture more than the mental clutches of mind flayers.”
I mean, okay, realistically, I don't think they have much choice. And they do seem pretty upset, but they're still trapping a lot of innocent people to die?
But happily no one we care about, because there are still slaves and illithids running about out here. Including!
Then another former slave, a bigger one, jumped in front of Drizzt. The drow rushed it headlong, but this time he stayed his scimitars.
“Clacker!” Belwar yelled behind Drizzt.
“B-b-back of … the … cavern,” the hook horror panted, its grumbled words barely decipherable. “The b-b-best exit.”
Woo. Sucks for those other folk. We will never think about them again.
But then Drizzt stops, dramatically, because something dramatic is happening:
Atop another of the many wide stairways that ran through the many-tiered cavern, a single slender figure mowed through a group of slaves and illithids alike.
“By the gods,” Belwar muttered in disbelief, for the devastating movements of this single figure truly frightened the deep gnome.
The precise cuts and deft twists of the twin swords were not at all frightening to Drizzt Do’Urden. Indeed, to the young dark elf, they rang with a familiarity that brought an old ache to his heart. He looked at Belwar blankly and spoke the name of the single warrior who could fit those maneuvers, the only name that could accompany such magnificent swordplay. “Zaknafein.”
And here the chapter ends.
And indeed, we start off with Zak in the very same ridge where Belwar and Clacker had been captured, and he's hacking and slashing the shit out of the illithids who came there to kidnap him. See, mind control blasts don't work very well on folks that are both undead and under the control of a Goddess.
It's pretty satisfying to watch. Also at one point, we see the onomatopoeia "Fwoop!", which apparently represents the illithids firing off their psychic blasts. I find that charming.
Well, technically, Zak hasn't killed a lot of them yet. Only one. The others, realizing that their psychic probes aren't working, have wisely started high-tailing it out of there. But they're a bit too slow.
Zaknafein cared nothing for the illithids and would have walked contentedly off on his way. To the illithid’s misfortune, though, the spirit-wraith’s instincts, and Zaknafein’s past-life knowledge of mind flayers, led him to a simple conclusion: If Drizzt had traveled this way—and Zaknafein knew that he had— he most likely had encountered the mind flayers. An undead being could defeat them, but a mortal drow, even Drizzt, would find himself at a sorry disadvantage.
Zaknafein sheathed one sword and sprang up to the ridge of stone. In the blur of a second fast leap, the spirit-wraith caught one of the rising illithids by the ankle.
Fwoop! The creature blasted again, but it was a doomed thing with little defense against Zaknafein’s slashing sword. With incredible strength, the spirit-wraith heaved himself straight up, his sword leading the way. The illithid slapped down at the blade vainly, but its empty hands could not defeat the spirit-wraith’s aim. Zaknafein’s sword sliced up through the mind flayer’s belly and into its heart and lungs.
There's a lot of this. I quite enjoy it.
Also, interesting note, Zak is capable of using racial abilities like levitation. Illithids also levitate, which means that eventually we get some floating alien squid corpses. Fun!
-
We shift scene to two of the mind-flayers observing Guen on the Astral Plane. We're told that the mind-flayers don't realize it, but Guen IS aware of them. Since the usual physical senses are pretty useless up here, she's got some additional senses suited for the environment. She can recognize illithid auras.
She's not sure if these observers have anything to do with the fact that her drow boyfriend hasn't called her into existence. It could be a coincidence, but she's smart enough to realize that's probably not the case. She's waited to act for a while, but this time...
Springing through the stars, Guenhwyvar charged upon the mind flayers. Occupied in their efforts to begin their return journey, the illithids did not react until it was too late. The panther dived in below one, catching its silvery cord in fangs of sharp light. Guenhwyvar’s neck flexed and twisted, and the silvery cord snapped. The helpless illithid drifted away, a castaway on the Astral Plane.
The other mind flayer, more concerned with saving itself, ignored its companion’s frenzied pleas and continued its descent toward the planar tunnel that would return it to its corporeal body. The illithid almost slipped beyond Guenhwyvar’s reach, but the panther’s claws latched on firmly just as it entered the planar tunnel. Guenhwyvar rode along.
Wooo! Calimari snack time!
-
We switch to Clacker now. The illithids are in crisis mode. He's realizing that he might have a chance to escape. But he needs to figure out how to get across the chasm. He tries throwing a gray dwarf at the lever that controls the currently retracted bridge, but misses. Gray dwarf plummets into the chasm. Aw. Poor dude. Duergars get it rough in these books.
He tries again with a rothe.
-
Back to Zak! Zombie Zak is basically Terminator-walking through the illithids. It's a bit sadder when the slaves attack: goblins, gray dwarves, orcs and ogres. If you think about it, they're all in the same boat as our heroes. But maybe death by zombie-drow is better than this.
--
Belwar's with his master, watching one of the two astral traveling illithids return to his body. With a friend!
At the same instant the illithid returned to the Material Plane, Belwar’s master telepathically shared in its pain and terror. Before Belwar’s master could begin to react, though, Guenhwyvar materialized atop the seated illithid, tearing and slashing at the body.
Belwar froze as a flicker of recognition coursed through him. “Bivrip?” he whispered under his breath, and then, “Drizzt?” and the image of the kneeling drow came clearly into his mind.
Good kitty.
Belwar's master tries to urge him to kill Guen, even as Guen beheads the illithid she's on top of. When the master realizes that Belwar's breaking free of control, he tries to zap him, but Guen knocks Belwar out of the way. He's only clipped, and he fights it off. Together they take out Belwar's master with a hammer-hand to the face. Wooo.
More than that! See, during all that, Guen found the balcony which is high above brain-central. And thus, after Belwar's master dies...welllll...
Forty feet below the room, the kneeling drow sensed his revered master’s fear and outrage and looked up just as the black panther sprang out into the air. Fully entranced by the central brain, Drizzt did not recognize Guenhwyvar as his former companion and dearest friend; he saw at that moment only a threat to the being he most loved. But Drizzt and the other massaging slaves could only watch helplessly as the mighty panther, teeth bared and paws wide, plummeted down onto the middle of the bulbous mass of veined flesh that ruled the illithid community.
It says something about this series that I am pleasantly surprised that Drizzt doesn't break free on his own. There's no shame in that! But later books tend to make Drizzt SO much of a paragon. I like when he doesn't ALWAYS need to be the best in the room.
I suppose, since I really want to get to the end of this side-romp, I'll go into the next chapter here too. More illithid death! WOO!
So anyway, cat vs. brain goes poorly for the brain. The poor slaves are frantic but helpless. Even Drizzt, who is pleading for someone, anyone, to do something.
That's actually a nice little touch. Whatever you say about Drizzt, and well, five books in, I've said a fucking lot, he's not someone prone to passivity or helplessness. A Drizzt, in his right mind, would fight.
But anyway, Guen's in the middle of the brain and none of the servants can reach her. And then...
A few moments later, Drizzt stopped his jumping and shouting. He wondered where and who he was, and what in the Nine Hells this great disgusting lump in front of him possibly could be. He looked around the walkway and caught similar confused expressions on the faces of several duergar dwarves, another dark elf, two goblins, and a tall and wickedly scarred bugbear. The mind flayers still rushed about, looking for some attack angle on the panther, the primary threat, and paid no heed to the confused slaves. Guenhwyvar made a sudden appearance from behind the folds of brain. The cat came up over a fleshy ridge for just a moment, then disappeared back into the gore. Several mind flayers fired their mind blasts at the fleeting target, but Guenhwyvar was out of sight too quickly for theirenergy cones to strike—but not too quickly for Drizzt to catch a glimpse.
“Guenhwyvar?” the drow cried as a multitude of thoughts rushed back into his mind. The last thing he remembered was floating up among the stalactites in a broken corridor, up to where other sinister shapes lurked.
An illithid moved right beside the drow, too intent on the action within the brain to realize that Drizzt was a slave no longer. Drizzt had no weapons other than his own body, but he hardly cared in that moment of sheer anger. He leaped high into the air behind the unsuspecting monster and kicked his foot into the back of the thing’s octopus head. The illithid tumbled forward onto the central brain and bounced along the rubbery folds several times before it could find any hold.
Woo, action scene! Kick that motherfucker!
And hey, is there another dark elf in this bunch? Not for long! You're not an enemy nor our hero, dude, so bye!
Fwoop! A blast came from the side, and Drizzt turned to see the other dark elf reeling from the stunning blow. A mind flayer rushed in on the drow and grabbed him in a tight hug. Four tentacles latched on to the doomed dark elf’s face, clamping on, then digging in toward his brain.
Drizzt would have helped, but he's being attacked himself.
Grotesque, bulging lines crossed up the drow’s face, a visage contorted by more anguish than Drizzt had ever before witnessed. Drizzt saw the illithid’s head jerk, and the tentacles, buried beneath the drow’s skin and reaching and sucking at his brain, pulsed and bulged. The doomed drow screamed again, one final time, then he fell limp in the illithid’s arms and the creature finished its gruesome feast.
Ew.
Drizzt keeps fighting.
--
Back to Zombie-dad. The slaves aren't swarming anymore. They're freed from control and running for their lives, even as illithids chase them. Zak still takes out a fleeing goblin, but also chops the mind flayer chasing it. Now that Drizzt has his memory back, Zak can sense him. He heads toward the illithid castle.
--
Clacker's still throwing things. Eventually, he gets a rothe to slam into a lever and it extends. He grabs a gray dwarf "for luck" (WHAT?) and heads across. It gets dicey when an illithid appears. It can retract the bridge before Clacker gets to either side, but well, he DOES have a gray dwarf projectile handy. A well timed throw and an even better timed leap, and Clacker's on the other side of the chasm. He's not completely unscathed though, as the mind flayer tries to whack him with the bridge, and even manages it. And Clacker's resistant, but not immune to mind control, so he's pretty helpless.
Fortunately, the illithid decides he wants a snack rather than a quick take-down. It quickly regrets this.
--
Belwar is searching for their equipment. He eventually finds it, claiming both his own stuff and Drizzt's scimitars. He follows Guen's growling downward.
--
Drizzt is trapped by an illithid. He fights back in a way that is successful but shouldn't be?
Drizzt knew little of mind flayer anatomy, but it was a bipedal creature and he allowed himself some assumptions. Wiggling a bit to the side, so that he was not directly facing the horrid thing, he brought a knee slamming up into the creature’s groin. By the sudden loosening of the illithid’s grip, and by the way its milky eyes seemed to widen, Drizzt guessed that his assumptions had been correct. His knee slammed up again, then a third time.
Aren't illithids monosexual? Do they HAVE genitalia there?
The illithid's still trying for Drizzt's brain though, so Drizzt ends up channeling his hunter persona and ripping the illithid's tentacles out. He beats it into submission and then death. And happily, that's when he notices his scimitars on the floor next to him. (Belwar threw them)
--
So more fighting. Everyone's having fun. The illithids are off kilter, because of the unexpected nature of all of this, and probably because their hive mind is cat food. Drizzt is going pretty berserker, but snaps out of it when Belwar limps over to him. He'd twisted his ankle in a fall that I failed to recap. Drizzt comes over to help, as does Guen, "sleek from the blood and gore of the central brain".
See? Cat food.
So Guen takes point to lead them out. Belwar and Drizzt manage a little banter about the craftsmanship of the corridors (definitely NOT by svirneblin. Even mind controlled ones.) They have some skirmishes, and Belwar figures out that anger is a cushion against the mind zaps.
So we've got a few pages of fleeing and fighting. At one point, there's a note of heavier footsteps than illithids. At another point, Guen tumbles herself into an entire group of illithids like a bowling ball, and Drizzt realizes with horror that he doesn't have the onyx figurine. Belwar does though! So they're able to send her back before the illithids eat her.
This happens though and I'm not sure what to think of it:
As a group, the illithids spun toward them and charged.
“Get the other door!” Belwar cried. Drizzt had grabbed the figurine and was already moving in that direction. The iron portals slammed shut and Drizzt worked to replace the locking bar. Several clasps on the outside of the door had been broken under the burrow-warden’s ferocious assault, and the bar was bent, but Drizzt managed to set it in place securely enough to at least slow the illithids.
“The other slaves are trapped,” Drizzt remarked.
“Goblins and gray dwarves mostly,” Belwar replied.
“And Clacker?”
Belwar threw his arms out helplessly.
“I pity them all,” groaned Drizzt, sincerely horrified at the prospect. “Nothing in all the world can torture more than the mental clutches of mind flayers.”
I mean, okay, realistically, I don't think they have much choice. And they do seem pretty upset, but they're still trapping a lot of innocent people to die?
But happily no one we care about, because there are still slaves and illithids running about out here. Including!
Then another former slave, a bigger one, jumped in front of Drizzt. The drow rushed it headlong, but this time he stayed his scimitars.
“Clacker!” Belwar yelled behind Drizzt.
“B-b-back of … the … cavern,” the hook horror panted, its grumbled words barely decipherable. “The b-b-best exit.”
Woo. Sucks for those other folk. We will never think about them again.
But then Drizzt stops, dramatically, because something dramatic is happening:
Atop another of the many wide stairways that ran through the many-tiered cavern, a single slender figure mowed through a group of slaves and illithids alike.
“By the gods,” Belwar muttered in disbelief, for the devastating movements of this single figure truly frightened the deep gnome.
The precise cuts and deft twists of the twin swords were not at all frightening to Drizzt Do’Urden. Indeed, to the young dark elf, they rang with a familiarity that brought an old ache to his heart. He looked at Belwar blankly and spoke the name of the single warrior who could fit those maneuvers, the only name that could accompany such magnificent swordplay. “Zaknafein.”
And here the chapter ends.
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Date: 2022-10-24 07:17 pm (UTC)Finally, the whole escape is probably funnier if you listen to it while listening to Yakety Sax on loop.
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Date: 2022-10-24 08:34 pm (UTC)