"Wow, fuck you."
"Seriously, you're already dead, aren't you?
"If you are, it's easy to go home."
The young men who stepped into the wind pit were in bad shape from the first step.
The hole is not deep, but also plugs in the leaning sun light.
But while the walls and ceilings were black with coal, his feet were shady, so when he stepped in, he seemed to be floating on the darkness.
Light the pine lights to illuminate the floor with no bottom view.
Then a black shadow swung along with the nature and the damp sound.
"Oh, there you are. Hey, Oyaji, no. How long have you been doing that?"
"Sometimes you don't come out, and I can't write an article,"
"Oh, I thought the revival of the" Legendary Salesman "was a treasure trove of special danes."
"Well, that's good. He offered me laughter."
"I was getting hit by the animals trying to cut down the Kamiki this other day, and it was awesome!
"The bird will poke me, the squirrel will bite me, and I will be skewered with the horn of a sea lion..."
"Todome said Dawn with a bear blow! Gahahahahahahahaha!"
Only the laughter of the young resonates in the dark.
That's what they didn't seem to like.
"... Hey Oyaji, are you listening to me?
"We know what we're talking about, don't we?
When I stepped on the black solidification, I felt a mess behind my boot.
But there is no answer.
"Oh my God, Temei's out there, doing all kinds of dodges and not dying, and it's gonna be a 'laugh'!
"You can't even take a true photo like this, you're dying on your own! Whoa!"
... Gassssssss! Dogga!
When I kicked it on, the black solidification moaned bitterly.
You can't move to your stomach, can you?
"I don't know what the article looks like, but I thought about a new project in a joint venture of all magazines."
That said, one of the young men opens the seal of the bag he was in charge of.
A further stench was added, and they flashed their faces.
... dosadosadosa!
Leftovers spilled out of the flipped bag and descended on the black solidification.
"Here, the food the readers Sun sent me"
"Mi-na, you seem to love your pussy."
"Legendary challenge rules in the first place made me self-sufficient except for the first food I brought in..."
"Nobody remembers that now, so I thought that was enough."
"But, you know, I gave it to you as it was, it wouldn't be 'laughing', would it?
"So after we ate or rotted them, we were supposed to feed them."
"It's super funny to have leftovers when a brave man (or" legendary salesman ") is also known as" Legendary Salesman "!?
"This is the new project," Dining in the Alley "!
"The jerk crawls like a wild dog, like this, guts...... gahahahahahahahahaha!
... Gassi!
Unexpectedly, something clung to the young men's ankles.
"Hmm? What?
"Oh, don't touch me, you jerk! Dirty then... agoo!?
Their protests are forced to be interrupted by force, as if the cow were pulling.
"Oh, my goodness! You son of a bitch!
"No, don't! Don't pull it!
The last thing they saw, pushed down by a floor full of sludge, it was......
In the darkness, eyes gleaming like beasts......!
And it receives a decisive sunset and floats up......
Like a mural painted in antiquity, a shadow of a stone axed fist......!
Who is that lion!?
Or primitive......!?
No......!
I forgot who I was to kill, they were all killers (Genocide Daddy)...!
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Lunch meetings for the two of us became the norm at Gorgeous Smart Hallbury Headquarters.
Today, however, a larger round table is brought into the department manager's office.
And today was unusual, cutting out the topic from the Genocide Lower side.
"... the reporter covering Oyaji would have changed. It's all magazines, too."
It was a day croller that looked out the window in a shabby manner, but reacts like a cat who listened to the sound of a can of favourites opening.
But the eyes did not only open, but remained thin threads.
"Heh, where did you hear that from? Even though this topic is a top secret among us reporters. And when you're a brave man, you seem to be moisturizing information."
"Phew. I didn't ask anyone. The text and true photographs of the article were only slightly different. I just thought someone else might have written it."
"Eh, nah. Because of this story, I was going to ask you to share your sauce again."
"Phew, if you want more sauce for cooking, you should have asked for it when the maid came to ask for her preferences"
"You don't know, it makes sense to have them split from you."
"Huh, you don't know.... than that, don't you care? As a day crawler."
"Of course, I care. Even now, I want to fly to the mountain where you are. But it's a childhood favor."
"Phew, don't try to sell me any favors until you lie like that. You must be reading that there will be more dead people in the press from now on."
"Hmm, that's just great. The fewer competitors, the easier it is to work... so I don't care. Even though I'm in Halbury like this, Lower will give me a 'job'. If we don't hurry up, I'm really going to the mountains, right?
"Oh, I got you here today to talk about that 'job'. Not just you, but the other one."
Day Crowler moves his eyes slightly in the thread and sees the empty seats by the side, of course.
And spilled jealously.
"That's why you were ordering a maid for three at such a big table over the course of today. But it's too late, the stuff, the food."
... Gachari!
Unexpectedly, the door of the department manager was opened wide.
What stood there posing was a slender length.
A flashy makeup that you can see clearly from a distance, like Treasure Tsuka's male role, and a blinding white armor.
He was a glowing beautiful young man, as if his whole body were a gem.
"Huh, why don't you knock? And I'm late."
No matter what Lower does, where the wind blows the youth.
After rubbing the ornament on his back like a courting peacock's feather, he strokes the goldsmith applied to the white armor from his belt, which is sprinkled with roses.
And in a wiggly motion, with the index finger of the white glove pinched,
"The only thing this Zepuros knocks on is Lady's Heart......!
Winked with dark eyeshadow eyelids, like beaten marks.
"Besides, I'm not late. The goddess of time has been seen by this Zepuros, and she's just gone too fast with the clock needle."
No words to give back, Genocide Lower and Day Crowler.
He interprets it favorably even.
"Oh man, this Zepuros attracts same-sex as well as heterosexual...... I only know this Zepuros in the dictionary..."
"Just get inside."
There's no foreboding sigh, it was Lower's serious penetration.