Time Chop #129

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The sun chirrped and burrped. She cried too. There was no earth for her to shine on. No Mars to tickle...No Jupiter to harass. Yet, she couldn't lift a finger to face her lover's killers.

You.

You had a goal to achieve, you are oh so close. you could almost taste it. It was like sweet licks of an ice cream in a hot summer day.

Your duality was starting to fade like a fleeting dream. How is this possible?

It seems that all flavors are black in the Muuuuuseum....

There it was, the very thing that toyed with your and everyone's life in the museum. Kill it! You are strong enough to do it! The evil deeds done by your hand will aid you. I promise...

>Write a letter to your legal adviser to bring the creator of Museum to court for his crime.
>Sing a song with strong emphasis on the wonders of your black tongue both literally and figuratively
>Pull out your heart, fight Picture of a god
>Don't choose anything, wait five minutes for an automated response from You too