“Metastasize Thyself”,

says Raku Monster, as he gazes into the quiet silver of a dark tidepool cloaked in moonbeams. Birds chitter on the bluff above him. “Hmmmphh”, Raku wrinkles his blue lip. “Perhaps another night.” He sniffs the wind. “Celery?” “At least I have that to look forward to.”

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