The Deal

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Trollex: Okay, so, Blood. You're sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what I'm trying to do here as a joke.

(As Trollex turns away, glowing red symbols start to appear beside BloodMoon which quickly disappear after Trollex turns back to BloodMoon.)

Trollex: But I don't. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So I'm taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no... *makes gestures with hands* tricks or vector arrows attached.

(As BloodMoon rolls her eyes at that last statement, she twirls her mic staff and presents her hand for a handshake as burgundy energy bursts throughout the hotel.)

BloodMoon: So, it's a deal, then?

Trollex: *refusing her handshake* Nope! No shaking! No deals! I... hmm... As prince of Hell and heir to the throne, I, uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel. For as long as you desire.

(A howling wolf can be heard in the background as Trollex looks over to Hickory for approval.)

Trollex: Sound fair?

BloodMoon: *rubs her chin* Hmm... *retracts her staff* Fair enough!

Trollex: *sighs in relief* Cool beans.

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