18TH STAR CONSTELLATION: [ ̶H̶]ATE/BLACK SOUL [FOUR]

CHAPTER 25.6: VOCAL PERCUSSION~!

[A/N: THIS HAPPENED BEFORE SEPHAS GOT CURBSTOMPED BY THE TRUCK.]

"Now, listen here, demon. Where is my damn lumpia?!"

These little retards have been snooping around while I was doing something important.

They have been stealing my food for the past 8 hours.

"SKRIIIIIIIIII!!!!"

And sadly, my patience became impatient.

"I said... WHERE IS IT?!"

I asked again one last time.

"SKRIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

...That's it.

"If you don't want to tell me, then... I'm going to use my special attack."

They tried to escape, but they are tied to a rock.

"SKRIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

"...Now I'm going to muda the shit out of you."

I grab something in the back of the rock... it's a boombox.

I inserted a disk.

Then the song started.

[A/N: START THE SONG WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT.]

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