Dead End’s minions lay slain.
Then one sat up, undead. “Well! THAT escalated quickly!”
She looked down. “Oh. Bewbs. You’d think this’d be a blasé adjustment after my centuries of serial, pan-gendered zombie reincarnation.”
Dead End squeezed her new body. “Annnd.. you’d be wrong.”
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