Making peace with your probable and purposeful trip into acute pain followed by oblivion is remarkably easy. I know this because I had scheduled more time for the process, and was pretty bored when Ferrous found me at stage right waiting on my cue to walk to the podium. He looked like he had been tossed into a meat grinder, run over by a steamroller and then sautéed for good measure. His smile was as ethereal as a creature of darkness can achieve. Chalk one up for my gift giving abilities.
“Before you step into the hot-seat, my little pork-belly, there is something I believe I might want to share with you,” The minion said in a gravely whisper filled with teeth.
“No need, Ferrous. I’ve got this,” I reached over and squeezed the gauntleted hand he had dangling at his...
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