I met him, fifteen years ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil.
Me: How did land battleship got stuck in elevator with baby dragon?
Sailor: Still have no idea at all.
Officer: *sniff* black magic problem.
Paranoid Officer: Just shoot with cannons private!
Sailor: No. You waste my time.
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