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Moving with Purpose
Within Silbern, in one of its many halls, Adonai is walking in at a hurried pace. His fellow Quincy parted in the halls to make room for his unbreakable stride. They are wondering what has their Emperor in such a hurry but know better than to make it their business to pry on his personal matters. After making a few more turns down various hallways he finally arrives at a doorway. He enters the room beyond it and seems to be approaching something, his eyes looking down at as a small smile plays on his lips. He reaches his hand out, removing the lid from something as steam comes rising up from whatever it is he is looking upon with such joy.
”It’s finally ready…”
The thing he is happy to inspect is… A freshly cooked pot of pasta noodles with a pot of marinara sauce also cooking beside it separately.
The Perfect Meal
”Good thing I kept the meatballs in the oven at a low temp, everything will be perfect!”
Adonai moves to the oven, making irrelevant use of his Blut to handle the hot tray of meatballs and setting it beside the pot of pasta. He grabs a plate and fork, placing the pasta on first, using a ladle to pour on the sauce and then placing five meat balls on the plate. He hesitates for a moment then places a sixth out of greed. He exits the kitchen and begins walking down the hall, already eating and happy with his meal when he is suddenly stopped by an older Quincy, asking for his attention.
”Your Majesty, can I have your attention for a moment?”
”Sure thing, there’s spaghetti in the kitchen if you want some.”
”Ah, no thank you. This is concerning a rather important matter. The Sinner, Antonio, we’ve caught wind of his movements in Hueco Mundo. He is being more brash for some reason and we aren’t sure why.”
Adonai finishes chewing his food before replying.
”Get my armor ready, I’ll head out and-”
”Oh no need for that your Majesty! The Rangers are already on his trail.”
”Oh, good, then I can rest easy with my meal.”
There is a brief moment of silence before Adonai erupts with needless hysterics.
”THE RANGERS ARE CHASING HIM AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?! WHAT IF I HAD MISSED THEIR FIGHT?!”
”We would have umm alerted you to any combat situation that would have taken place, but we have other matters to discuss as well, specifically the Shinigami and how it links with Antonio’s movements.”
Unwanted Focus
Adonai rolls his eyes and keeps eating. The topic of the Shinigami is not something he has been ignoring or not wanting to deal with but rather he has been trying to find a way to approach them properly. The Shinigami have no clue what Quincy are and given their hostile nature he is unsure if they would be willing to speak as equals. Adonai remains silent as he and the older Quincy walk down the hall, the Emperor still eating his spaghetti, only breaking the silence when he realizes he ate all the meat balls before finishing the pasta.
”Ah damn it…I knew I should have grabbed more, I always do this. What do we suspect with Antonio’s movements?”
”We suspect he is going to try and slip through to the World of the Living and alert the Shinigami. We think he is using himself as bait so that we can hone in on him once he opens a Garganta. Then he’ll have an ally of his slip through a separate unnoticed.”
In the past ten years the Quincy have been monitoring Garganta used by any Arrancar associated with the former ruler of Las Noches. Unaffiliated Hollows have been moving freely and have not noticed anything amiss, same for the Shinigami who patrol the sands. So Antonio and his small band of “loyalists” have been stuck in Hueco Mundo for the last ten years being hunted by Shinigami and Quincy alike. The moment one of them opens a Garganta Quincy appear from the Shadows and attack them. This has dwindled their numbers down to a handful when paired with them losing numbers in skirmishes with Shinigami as well. Adonai sighs and finally gets serious.
”I’m guessing the Rangers relayed this information?”
”Yes, your Majesty, they did.”
”Let Antonio slip through to the World of the Living, whenever he tries to. When his allies open a Garganta send a team of Soldat to clean them up for good. If the Shinigami detect us in Hueco Mundo this time it won’t matter, it's about time we introduce ourselves to our neighbors.”
Adonai looks down at his plate and sighs because it is empty and he now realizes he has to go all the way back to the kitchen to put the dishes away. He looks at the older Quincy beside him and the man shakes his head, already telling Adonai “no” before he asks him to take his plate back for him.
”Ahg! Okay, anyway, Antonio won’t expect himself to go to the World of the Living so easily. Shinigami should be able to notice his Reiryoku signature as soon as he steps foot in it. I’ll have to miss the fight but tell the Rangers to clean him up quickly, he’s served us well in leading us to any of his allies but his usefulness has run out. Walk with me, I’ve got more to talk about.”
The two turn around and begin heading back down the hall towards the kitchen once more.
”Those two humans we saved in Hueco Mundo, I believe there may be more like them in the Human World. I’d like to find and meet with them. Since they aren’t outright making use of my Father’s body parts it's impossible for me to sense or track them. Maybe we can strike some sort of bargain or deal to have them become honorary Quincy as well.”
”Have you given thought on your peace talks with the Shinigami? I do not mean to be rude, you Majesty, but you have been dancing around the subject of Shinigami for far too long. People in the Empire suspect you may be fearful of them.”
”Then they don’t know what it means to rule.”
Plights of a Ruler
They reach the kitchen and Adonai rolls up his sleeves and begins washing his plate himself.
”No ruler should be in a hurry to rush into something that could lead to conflict. Be it Sternritter or Soldats, I don’t want any life being thrown away needlessly for something that can be talked out. Think about it like this, those monst- Shingami, butchered my father… So if I show up saying ‘hey I’m the son of the Soul King’ how do you think that will go over? Will they see me as unfinished business? Will they start a purge of our race? It is what I have been thinking about for the past ten years… On the other end of that, what if they don’t know the history? What if everyone from that time is long dead?”
He sets the play and fork on a drying rack and uses a towel to begin drying his hands.
”So the concerns of those in the Empire who say I am fearful are right, I am fearful for their lives. So, for now, we’ll have The Rangers break the ice with the Shinigami and hopefully we can arrange a meeting with their leader on neutral grounds. Somewhere in the Human World should suffice as that.”
”Why not Hueco Mundo? Isn’t that neutral territory for you both?”
”Yes and no. Shinigami and Quincy are enemies of Hollows, however that gives the Hollows a chance to strike out against the leaders of their enemy. We can’t risk both of us being sealed or one of those monsters doing something and putting the blame on either party to turn us against each other.”
”Glad to see you have thought about this thoroughly, you Majesty.”
”Like I said, this is a delicate situation. I want peace with the Shinigami above all else. Then maybe, just maybe. I can ask them if they’ll let me see my father again.”
”What will you do if they let you see him?”
”Dunno, just talk with him. Communicate via Reiatsu… It seems like a small ask but I feel like it would be something hard for them to deliver.”
”What if they deny you?”
Adonai remains silent as he leans on the counter, he does not want to fathom the thought of the Shinigami denying him the right to see his father. The older Quincy has to reach out to Adonai multiple times before he finally snaps out of his trance.
”Let's not worry about that. Keep me posted on the Rangers activity. Also, have you seen Ryker?”
”No I haven’t, your Majesty, do you need me to contact him?”
Adonai pushes himself off of the counter and begins walking out of the kitchen.
”Yeah, have him meet me at Silbern’s Reparaturviertel (lit. Mending quarters). I have a mission for him.”
The Quincy nods and walks off down the opposite direction of Adonai once they are in the hallway. Adonai’s heart is racing, he knows the meeting with the Shinigami is soon and he just hopes things won't erupt into violence with them. The question of what if they won’t let him see his father continues to echo in his mind over and over. That is the only thing he has been avoiding related to them. To bring an end to that question repeating in his mind he answers it to himself out loud while no one else is around.
”If they deny me then that means my Father is a prisoner and he must be rescued. If that is the case then I will do what must be done.”
He continues making his way to Silbern’s Reparaturviertel, ready to give Ryker the most intriguing mission yet.
🠖 Entering by Shadow from Karakura 🠔
Ryker's arrival was sudden and animated, even if no one bore witness to it or cared to acknowledge it. Given his fall into his own shadow it'd appear as if the man had emerged from that momentum upwards on the other side, arms still outstretched. Even if there were individuals present to have observed his entrance, those of the medical institution were privy to his mannerisms. His innate nature is one that prefers to keep busy and inactive makes him antsy and excitable.
There may have been a few idle waves or subtle nods at his appearance within the nerve center of the facility but most just allowed him to exist as he was. The halls of the Reparaturviertel were reminiscent in ways to his occupation in the World of the Living, though lacked the same sterile glow. Instead the mood was oddly a bit more comforting and welcoming - maybe it was the warm tones of bricks and the way the lighting emulated the glow of flames. The decor was like some merger between past and present stylization. Yet even with that mixed design, all of the technology within was state of the art.
As he spoke, he glanced about the surrounding area for that familiar and welcomed face. His energy in the moment was comparable to that of an eager canine. The prospect of whatever kind of mission the emperor had was way more interesting that anything else he was doing. Even if it was a simple errand it'd amount to a sliver more of enjoyment than staring at ink on pages.
Adonai walks into the Reparaturviertel just in time to catch Ryker glancing around the room.
An awkward silence hangs in the air for a very long time before Adonai realizes what he just said sounds ridiculous. He starts laughing, placing his hand on his forehead as it finally clicks with him on how strange it sounds.
He motions for Ryker to follow him to one of the smaller rooms so they can talk details on the mission in private. Once in the room Adonai takes a seat and lets out a sigh.
He pauses for a moment, letting the information sink in and due to his status as a Sternritter this information may be old news for Ryker, it serves more as a recap. Adonai leans back in the chair, crossing his arms.
Adonai sighs because now this becomes difficult as they tread an odd political line in regards to attacking this particular Arrancar. He is unaware if the Shinigami are mixed up with them and consider them allies or even targets of special interest.
He holds up his right hand, the monochrome flame of his ability, The Authority, engulfs his hand.
Adonai pauses for a moment staring at Ryker.
He had arrived.
The surgeon made a two fingered salute off his forehead towards the Father with a grin plastered on his face.
Ryker's smile did not fade but his right brow solitarily rose at the contextually absent proposition.
The momentary confusion was evident.
That made more sense. The initial wording felt so out of nowhere to Ryker but the elaboration truly pointed a light. Though even with the clarification - still remained the curiosity of the expanded why. The Sternritter made no further comments. Instead he opted to simply follow the pathing of Adonai to a less public space to hear the innerworkings of this mission, supplementing his silence with nods periodically.
A hunt for an Arrancar in possession of a part of the Soul King, the prospect of interference from multiple groups, and the ability to borrow another Schrift - let alone the one bearing the will of the emperor himself...
The excitement of what Ryker imagined originally paled in comparison to what actually was being offered.
The excitement of what Ryker imagined originally paled in comparison to what actually was being offered.
As he spoke, he recalled back to the events of a decade prior. It was beyond freeing to be able to see first hand what the Arrancar were capable of - or in some cases - incapable of. It was a prime situation that allowed him to study and experiment with the physiology of the Hollows. Surely he could find fodder to toy with but their bodies were simply not as advanced as their evolved variations. Messing with the ants would be like spending decades becoming the best engineer just to make a simple pulley system. A waste. Though opportunity manifested on that fated day when the emperor brought fear to the sands a decade ago. It opened the gateway for innovation - and this new mission, the quest for the precursor's spine, was another chance at a new metamorphosis.
It was one thing to dispatch of the Arrancar, even if they had bonds with any Shinigami. They at the end of the day wouldn't likely be at the forefront of the deliberations but - a stalemate with the soul reapers wouldn't be as easily to shroud. An absent soul would still be cause for questioning and subsequent investigation. Ryker did have in mind a few ways to go around that potentiality, especially if the mark was already handled. Sowing the seeds of doubt and chaos was at the very core his own ability.
The final say, however, would remain in the hands of Adonai himself.
A rather valid question from the doctor, one that actually gives Adonai pause so he can think about it. There are multiple factors to this and the main one being how deeply allied the Shinigami and this group of Arrancar are. They lack info on this because the Quincy have been trying to keep their distance, only observing from afar when they can. These past ten years have given them no insight on how the two groups interact. Adonai begins to rub his chin at this point as he thinks a bit deeper on the subject.
He lets out a low hum as he racks his brain for past reports that were given to him and remembers hearing about how the Shinigami are constantly spreading out their patrol routes, as if they are looking for something. It could be that the Arrancar that helped them haven’t been contacted by the Shinigami yet, an alliance could still be unformed between them.
Planning an assassination is messy business especially when trying to make peace with another faction that may have ties to the target. If things go wrong potential peace talks could be off the table completely. Adonai wants to avoid war at all costs as it will do no one any favors. Adonai has confidence that Ryker can take down his target but at the same time they have no info on what the Arrancar can do beyond what the Soul King’s Spine provides them, but they have a way of finding out. Adonai also thinks of another way to deal with the Arrancar should they be postponed in their assassination attempt.
Adonai pauses for a moment and thinks about something else. Then he looks at Ryker once again.
Reason with them. That is an option but it may be rather tricky - especially as an unknown element. The success of that would be wholly susceptible to the skepticism of the attending reapers. If they are weary of Ryker or at least cautious of an unknown element, it could go either way. Though an attempted defusal and the response those Shinigami may make in this hypothetical could serve as an eye opening experience. It would then act as a gauge for the reactions and temperament of the average soul. A litmus test of sorts. A guiding eye into how further negotiations could go down and the leverage the Quincy could have over it.
While it was a scenario that could never come to pass - it was still something that was an intriguing prospect. Retreat on the other hand, less so, but an understandable next step.
While it was a scenario that could never come to pass - it was still something that was an intriguing prospect. Retreat on the other hand, less so, but an understandable next step.
All valid remarks from the Emperor, Ryker held no qualms with it. The situation was touch and go but the potentiality of unknown variables made it all the more enticing. It was good to have a plan, but the grasp of chaos always managed to spice things up.
Ryker spoke while moving back towards to room's egress, his hand grasping at its knob.
That follow-up request dug out a stray laugh from the surgeon. As he twisted the door's handle and drew it open, he looked back over his shoulder towards Adonai.
With that addition, Ryker pressed on towards his own dedicated operating room. The pair trailed towards a back corner of the facility, halting only for a moment at a closed doorway guarded by two robbed and masked figures. One of the two individuals opened the passageway for the two, just long enough for their entry before closing it behind them.
The room they entered was well lit and more sterile looking than the rest of the building. Medical equipment was laid out in an orderly fashion at the room's center, acting as Ryker's primary workspace. The surgical devices outlined by shallow half walls and pillars that ascended to the ceiling. Through the room another door laid beyond the equipment - it held a significantly more ornate design with mechanical components interwoven into it. A stark contrast to the rest of the space having a distinct door that resembled something more akin to a vault hatch.
Ryker wasted no time at gesturing Adonai toward the surgical bed nearby while taking time himself to prep for the procedure. Something such as this was simple. He'd need no more than a few moments tops to perform the surgery, but would allow for a little longer to ensure both his emperor's comfort and proper adjustment.
Once all preparations were accounted for - the surgical equipment, the anesthetic, and the matter of sanitation - Ryker went to work. He administered Adonai a suitable dosage of propfol and allowed the man to drift into a temporary and unresponsive slumber. It was then that he worked his way to carefully removing the king's left arm. The incision was perfect, through and through, as if he was a machine designed solely for this purpose. This process served as the longest part, making sure to maintain the stability of the man that laid unconscious on the table through it all.
With the removal complete, the next step would be near effortless. The surgeon grasped at his own left arm firmly while his spiritual power danced faintly within the space. His own skin, muscle, veins, nerves, and bones perfectly dividing at the matching spot of Adonai's own severance. The Grafted allowed him to enact his will upon his own body without fail. It paved way for shifts and changes without the need of a blade. A contrast to those he wished to enact his influence over, they needed a more... direct interaction.
The removal paved way for the conclusion of this exchange. With that same usage of his Schrift, Ryker implanted his own limb upon Adonai and His to his own. A truly painless process, as the twisted mysticism of his epithet melded their arms to place as if they had always been a part of each other. There were no discernable surgical cuts, no stitches, no imperfections. It was flawless - aside from at the very least a point at which any differences in the colors or complexion of the skin held variance. Ryker then worked to clean up any mess that had been made and promptly discarded equipment that had only a singular use. By the time this work had been done, Adonai's emergence should be occurring.
As he'd come to, the room would be as it was just when he entered. No pain would be felt in his borrowed appendage, nor would he find any difficulty with controlling it. It was now his, just as his own was. More or less.
Ryker gave a wave to Adonai with his left hand once his bearings returned to him.
Coinciding with his words - the Sternritter extended outwards to the Emperor a blister pack of pills.
With the swap concluded the pair now had a piece of each other's own unique brand of influence. The arm that takes and the arm assimilates, a duet bound in similarities but wholly different executions.
The first part of Adonai's plan acted out within mere moments of its proposal.
The first part of Adonai's plan acted out within mere moments of its proposal.
Upon awakening from the surgery Adonai looks at the new limb, opening and closing his palm over and over. After a few moments of this he used Blut to course his own power through the limb, monochrome flame dancing on the hand briefly before vanishing again. He can feel it though, the Authority is not as potent in this new limb. This is a fine adjustment especially since he isn’t planning on getting into any fights any time soon. He takes the pack of meds, looking at the various shapes and colors of the pills within the package. He’s never had to take anything like these before so it is foreign to him. He begins putting his shirt and jacket back on, making sure to tuck the pills away in the inside pocket of his jacket.
He ties his neck scarf back on and tucks it neatly into his jacket. He continues talking while putting his gloves on next.
Once his gloves are on he pulls on them to make sure they are fitting properly. He lets out an obvious sigh of relief that the left glove fits properly. In the back of his mind he was thinking about having to get a different sized glove for his left hand and then having to deal with having mismatched glove pairs. It would have been a headache to deal with. He begins walking to the door to make his exit.
Avirimkodsh is a technique that uses the Quincy cross as a form of long range communication. Only select Sternritter have access to this while there is also a separate branch of Quincy who operate within Silbern and act as a communication hub to relay specific orders to other Quincy, regardless of where they are in the three worlds. With those final words he leaves the Doctor to his own devices. Adonai travels down various hallways, slowly making his way to the throne room. He casually greets his fellow Quincy along the way, some bowing and some simply waving back, a clear divide on how everyone treats the man. Some see him as their literal God while others treat him like any other person all while Adonai himself accepts both forms of comradery. When he finally gets to the throne room there is a young girl there looking out a window with a smile. She hears Adonai approaching and quickly races from the window to stand on a table before sitting down on the edge of it. Adonai continues to approach while addressing her.
Despite the yelling no one is alarmed by it in the slightest, almost as if it has become a normal occurrence at this point. The girl laughs in response.
He raises his right arm and his Quincy Cross dangles out while hanging from a bracelet on his wrist.
Adonai strolls out of the throne room as Valiosa waves goodbye to him, still sitting on the table. He already knows he’ll have to explain Valiosa to the Shinigami at some point especially since they will want her dead for what she did. Sadly, Adonai needs her alive, he needs someone to be a host for his father’s eyes. So long as she serves him the power of those eyes are blinded and the only ability Valiosa gains from them is perfect 20/20 vision. The best path to peace is to be open and honest, once communication is established with the Shinigami Adonai plans on being just that, open and honest.
To Northwest Wandenreich: Toska’s Haus Des Schmerzes
Adonai's words were closely considered by Ryker as the man spoke. His mind dancing between the potential problems, the limitations to his own piece of the borrowed Schrift, and still his own personal discretion about the handling of the hit. The surgeon had a lot to think on but time was still weaving itself around the matter. Hesitation would equate to more interference and variables, yet haste would amount to wasted efforts. A pesky but exciting feeling for the Sternritter.
As the Quincy Emperor wrapped up his exposition and turned to leave, Ryker made one last remark.
A twisted joke befitting of his inherent nature. After Adonai's exit, Ryker stood still for a moment, lost in thought before snapping his head towards the vault door at the room's rear side. An opportunity was surfacing - an unforeseen gift on top of an already so delightful task. He trekked his way over towards the ornate hatch, his hand tracing the steel as if gingerly caressing a loved one. His already persistent grin warped into something more grim than before.
If there would have been a witness - they may associate this new look with malice but that would requite true ill intent. Ryker did not give two shits about what happened to his opposition - there was no wicked song to be sung. He only sought to transcend what it means to be what they were. His very own act of playing god laid within the goal of creating a being of his own brand of perfection. An aspiration further catapulted by the power he had been entrusted with and the projected will of Him.
Kept behind the steel, safeguarded from any and all who might try to enter, was the genesis of his desired convergence.
Ryker stuck a hand within his pocket and drew out a key as ornately designed as the door itself. Guiding the object into its assigned slot and following with a horizontal shift inside its slot. Reishi from within the key danced through the metallic veins of the hatch. The particles trailed the chambers of the gateway leading to small openings unlatching from the main egress, releasing what appeared to be spouts of steam.
CLANK CLANK FIZZ CLANK
The mechanical unlocking process sounded like music to Ryker. He stood back and appreciated the complexities of the seal unraveling. The Sternritter drew in a breath, taking in the sickly sweet scent that began to pierce the room as the room's divider swung its way open. An overbearing light filled the room through the now open gateway, one that enveloped nearly all shadows. He took a step forward, breaching into the space that was the home of his most intimate work. The chamber housed many devices similar to the surgical equipment on its mirrored side, though variances existed between them. Limbs and torsos wrapped in white bindings dangled from chains that were draped from the ceiling. Beyond them were cylindrical containers that contained glowing fluids with silhouetted forms inside that light.
Ryker's focus was central, honed to one larger container inside. He placed a hand against the reinforced glass while the other slotted that same key into a nearby control panel.
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
That same device chimed to a rhythm as the Quincy followed up within an inputted code. A new noise filled the room, the sound of pumps operating as liquid within the storage unit drained, unveiling something truly profane. It was then that Ryker heard a relayed message involving the specification of his mark's abilities. An elaboration that he confirmed swiftly to return to his preparations.
The gifts kept coming and coming and coming and coming and coming. All he could think was that he was so damn lucky. Ryker's eyes illuminated a brilliant gold as he pressed the side of his face against the cold glass, his arms outstretching as if to embrace the cylinder. His lips parted to pierce the air with his voice.
As he spoke - the eyes of the monstrosity opened, matching the glow of the Sternritter.
Emillia would soon come to bear witness to the Grafted's first born.
Emillia would soon come to bear witness to the Grafted's first born.
Who is he to ignore such an invitation? A toothy grin spread over his visible features, an abrupt about-face as he turned on the ball of his foot to follow that foggy little waypoint in his head pulling him toward the scent. Who knew, maybe he'd find something interesting at the source. Something he could bluntly gnaw on, staving off the gnashing, nerve-deep impulse to cause a problem for the fun of it.
Honestly, he felt all-too giddy to finally have the potential of something to do beyond the near-mind numbing, menial tasks he was often given in a feeble attempt to keep him from bothering those who actually had the brains, drive, or initiative to be trusted with more than what Leon considered the equivalent of cleaning a toilet. Not that he's complaining, the strawman that he assumes lives in his brain, he promises he loves doing all of those dull, stupid tasks because he adores helping his fellow Quincy.
Read: He enjoys having a captive audience.
But the strawman that most probably, totally, 100%, lives in his head didn't hear that last bit, no sirree! Leon has been, and is, on his best behaviour. Just ask the God that also lives in his head!
Except, they don't. He's as alone in his own head as he's always been.
Oh, and would you look at that! Food! Spaghetti, even. How utterly lucky he feels to be face-to-face with the various bits of the aforementioned dish, so lucky, in fact, once he's made himself a small bowl, sets it aside, he leans over the marinara.
He lied earlier, to none but himself, in thinking he was lucky. He's not, because if he were there'd be something more than just food waiting for him there. A person, a problem, anything to send jolts of amusement down his spine, to the ever-present void in his gut. Sadly for anyone who comes across this spread after him, they'll be getting more than expected. As, you see, audience held in baited breath awaiting what turn of events Leon has concocted to perform, from between lightly chapped lips spills saliva, spit, dripping into the sauce.
And, with a quick stir of a spoon, it's gone. Mixed in for any poor soul to consume later on.
Barely a spark of joy ignites, but he'll take what he can get. Swiping his bowl from the counter, Leon skips his way back into the winding halls of the palace, stuffing his face along the way.
He shovels the last of his spaghetti into his mouth, licking his fork clean, tempted to lick the bowl too until he realizes his head is too big to allow him to run his tongue along the bottom. Disappointed, despite a very real attempt, he hands the now-empty dish to whichever poor-sap he comes across first, shoving it into their chest to grab. They squawk in confusion, but they're out of his mind as soon as he turns a corner. You know what they say; Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
Or maybe it had something to do with object permanence? Whatever that is. It has to do with babies, or something, right? No, no, wasn't it pigeons? Yeah, totally, pigeons and their object permeance. Permanence? Permeance, yeah, yeah, totally. They're so fat, they have to permeate. That's like, basic shit. Baby shit.
Ahh, nah, it was totally babies that permeate-
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