...so after having a nice cup of tea, the traumatised bent daemon made himself small and curled up on Big Titty Angel's breastal area for a nap. He slept fitfully, sucking his tiny thumb and dreaming terrible dreams about being violated by golden crumbs, but undead rapping fish fingers are no match for an angel with large, comforting breasts and a teapot. The hungry ghost had to wail yo! yo! yo! somewhere else.
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