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[i]-A flash of blue light thrummed beneath the baby pile, and the stack of infants collapsed into the empty space where Donny had been. He reappeared in his quarters, facedown and covered in bites and scratches, hair a tangled mess.
There was even a poop on his back. He lay there, contemplating. He had to rethink some shit.- [/i]

[b]"Ah hate kids..."[/b]