Re: Morning Spam

control trauma boss took a torch from a sconce and ventured into his underground catacombs, stepping on the bodies of many experimentees, researchers, and rebels as he did stepped on bodies: “hey! this is our adventure! we spent years and lives building and being this catacomb and are the only people who understand it at all! 3 of us are working right now to keep your torch fueled!” control trauma boss (glancing at bodies he is stepping on): “sorry, if i let you be involved in this you could mention something critical of me”