All six of them were in the new cells that Fred helped Jackson build. They would only open if the right passcode was typed in. The cells were also connected to the machine. Strizar slammed his fist on the cell door.
"Where's my sword? I demand you give it back!"
Fred talked back to him. "Well, the cells block your powers, and it looks like your sword is powered by them."
Strizar sighed and sat down. Soapwort looked towards Akhmad. "So, instead of garlic, your weakness is onions?"
"That's correct." Akhmad responded.
"So you're ogrephobic?" Soapwort asked.
"No! I'm not ogrephobic! I would never hate our lord and saviour, Shrek!"
"Good." Strizar whispered.
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Project Dead
Paranormal"We were unstoppable... unbeatable, but yet, we were tore apart like junk mail." _____ The Paranormal Squad, founded by the Lord of Hell's very own nephew, Damien, was feared by all. But now? They've been dismantled by a couple of rebel creatures. ...
