Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
The door opened, there she stood, naked. “Come in,” she said, “Don’t stand there like a lemon!”
“But I came for the money,” I said, holding tight on the gun.
“Oh, but of course, I did not expect anything else…”
“Well, maybe not,” I thought, walking into the room.
Then all hell broke lose. Someone open fire with what sounded like an AK47.
By then I had reversed to my native shape. I blasted everyone with a swift laser swipe, girl, thugs and all. I collected the loot and set fire to the den.
It will teach me to appear human in front of gangsters…
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awesome… it’s reminded me of Kyoto, Japan that I often miss…
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