"Goddess above, I must be crazy to listen to Aiven's nonsense and execute such a plan!"
Krell tightly held a bottle of pale golden holy water in his palm, seemingly also affected by the "meme," as he performed a solo dance while quietly approaching a dazzlingly beautiful lady dressed in elegant attire.
"Gulp... If I'm the real one, you must hurry and save me!" Anthony swallowed hard, discarding his young master's prideful disposition, silently praying as he approached a flamboyantly dressed exotic black pearl.
"These two guys are ridiculous. Does the prettiest one likely to be the evil spirit? Just because her skin is a bit fairer, her legs are a bit longer, her waist a bit narrower, her chest... cough, shallow! So shallow!"
