“Let me guess. They all can be laid to ruins, right?” I said with as much sarcasm as my deadpan voice could give.
“Well, certainly someone did their homework.” Omicron smiley answered me. Come on, child. I helped build you and your so-called father. “We decided to ruin Hollandus Landing for ruining my dad’s plans.”
“You can’t be serious!” Regis fumed. “Call off your plans unless you get arrested!”
GA-Alpha laughed. “Arrest us? Surely you jest.”
Then some intruders came in to our little party.
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