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Grimm ceased in his attempts to destroy the machine when he heard a voice a little ways away. He looked up slightly, but never fully took his eyes of tge blender as it danced about on the floor, making that god-awful racket. "I was curious as to this machine's function, as I've never seen one like it before. However, as soon as I pressed the on button, the devlish contraption assaulted me, clatteeing along the rabke towards me whioe making that dreadful noise. I half thought it was the work of a poltergeist, but the lack of a spirit suggests otherwise." Giving the machine another look over, he proceeded with his previous course of action, smashing the blender into pieces with the back of his scythe, not stopping until it had ceased moving entirely. "Whatever the issue, it's done  now."

Grim turned to face the shifty look of his roommate, scratching his face slightly as he looked him over." . . . A bit on the plain side, but as long as you don't touch my drawings, I'm sure we'll get along fine. Now, I'm going to get some breakfest from the cafeteria." He gave a small tilt of his head, the scythe vanishing into a pocket dimension as he walked out the door, yawning ever so slightly.