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STONE MANAGER
JOY SUN
DEDICATION
For the Stone Hengers at Stone Hengers Plc.
A: Filerswop, we are running out of stones. More Stones?
B: Okay, Lord Javoks - more Stones.
B: What type?
A: Iron metal, Stone General, Stone Metal.
B: That is...
A: Club alloy.
B: Fast, boys: cut and mix all the metallic demons with the Stone demons in the furnace and make the largest cubic types of Club alloys.
Work begins.
A, B, Y, C, K, M, etc etc: Okay, Sir.
We have just finished making these Club alloys for the next generation. Where should we send them to, Lord Ruth?
BB: We put the in the bloods of everything human. When they have sex, courtesy they may do with their wives or sin against the great ones, we'll transport them with the rest of these, from Adam down the lines, so they may work in them, that they may die. By Gavis, they belong to us.
YY: Are there other brands?
BB: Yeah, stones, sticks, brooms, etc etc: and you know in our world, we manufacture all kinds of things human and around human to fix up as bad fight in them. Boys O' ye'!
Y, K, P, J, L, etc etc: O' ye'.
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