(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Annah's lip curled, "Uh, it must be in the 'way."
I blinked, "What are you talking about?"
"I think it's pregnant."
"Oh."
"Freaky," Morte chirped, "So where are we technically standing right now?"
"I really don't want to know the answer to that, Morte."
The voice continued as the wind grew in volume, drowning out our chatter,
If that was the only way to get through, I nodded, "What do you need to
divide?"
"You want me to kill the dabus in the Alley?"
"Oi, chief... I really don't think that's a good idea," Morte cautioned, "Those
hornheads might be irritating as the crotch-rot but they're still under Her
protection." Annah nodded reluctantly as she found herself agreeing with
the skull.
"We don't have any other choice," I said, walking up the stairs.
Following the dabus' continuous hammering was a simple matter. Getting
rid of it, however, wouldn't be quite so easy.
The creature was hammering a board into place when I approached,
"Greetings."
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