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| <Page 5> Sailor Chaos poses on a roof top, looking over a badly-drawn city scrape. “If you got me into the get up for no reason, it’s vet time, Cali.” Cali, back in cat-form, gives Mark the look again. He’s pussy-whipped. “So, Sailor Chaos, we meet again;” Mark whirls, to see Io and Davy posing behind him. “Fluffy one! You’ve decided to show yourself.” Toothy grin., “Bad idea.” He winds up to do a spell of nasty chaotic disintegration. “Oh no Salior Chaos, you won’t be fighting us!” “Damnit don’t call me that! You know Fucking well who I am!” Io & Davy sweat drop. So does Cali. |