Ako stands in front of the chair for a moment, arms folded, looking down at it. Then, turns and speaks vaguely but loudly to whoever might be listening.
"If someone's out there, I just want you to know: This chair is super weird, and you're super weird for putting it there."
The voice comes from directly behind Ako, and its source is a looming figure, eight feet tall and inhumanly broad, twisted musculature clad in tight black leather, face hidden behind a horned biker helmet, its voice a staticky basso growl.
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"If someone's out there, I just want you to know: This chair is super weird, and you're super weird for putting it there."
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The voice comes from directly behind Ako, and its source is a looming figure, eight feet tall and inhumanly broad, twisted musculature clad in tight black leather, face hidden behind a horned biker helmet, its voice a staticky basso growl.
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"So what's this all about? You wanna fight?"
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