Piccolo Rancido! Servant V could hardly believe his ears, which were having a hard time believing themselves for that matter. Piccolo Rancido, which lay so close to the monastery and his gardens of old. What unexpected joy! Nothing could bring him down from these heights, no matter what prevarications or odd humors his Master might flit about attacking people with. Nothing! Servant V was in ecstasy.
“ Oh and V, while you are there, please find my son. It shouldn’t be hard. He’ll be the one they are fawning over and holding the celebration for.”
“Oh Sir! Your very own fl.. child, anyway. How marvelous.”
“Yes, “ Chaos enthused, his dazzling smile beaming pure joy through the room. “When you find him, please do kill him for me.”
“Sir?!” cried out Servant V, momentarily startled out of the rest of his composure. “Kill him!?”
”Yes, kill him. Or, you know, give him to an orphanage.; at your leisure, Servant V.”
“But Sir ! Your own son?”
“I have decided to go on an all protein diet, after all.”
Much of the various bits that made up Servant V were disappointed at this sudden turn of events. That is because they were made up of mere flesh and prone to being led wherever One might choose to lead them.
In the sum of the man, however, lay his conscious self, and it was not surprised, therefore not disappointed, a whit!
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