On this fine New Orleans morning, I may well die again.
Victorsmiles, waving his fingers in front of his face as if they were a fan. “Is it hot in here, or it is just me? Joins loins with Alice? Whew! That’s a pretty hot image there, your worshipfulness.”
The smile drops from his lips. "And if you haven't noticed, Your Hind-Ass, your moral compass doesn't exactly point North anymore."
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