Zeromus liked the cut of his jib. Or rather the cut of his smart-looking teal vest. "Hey there," Zeromus said as he slither-crawled his way up to the man's high table near the bar. "What's the good word?"
I haven't been able to return to this story to see the thrilling conclusion. This paragraph is just too perfect to go on. A person actually thought about and wrote this.
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