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"Mr. Kate, the beating has begun again."

At the dining room in Grimm Penisville, Saita says as she looks at the evening paper.

"Which... Wow, this is terrible"

Peek in from behind, the last sentence comes first into your eyes, and the peaches flaunt your face.

"I see. So Mr. Van Damme was alive."

Terrence also peered in from behind and said.

"Alive? Even though your wife is badly written?

"Mr. Kate was out and depressed, but it seemed to bring back the fighting spirit when she saw him get slapped"

To the surprised Suntae, Terrence answered.

"Men can be strong for women, women can be strong for men. Find someone like that quickly so you can fight for someone else."

In a slightly away seat, Catherine, who was eating a large number of plates lined up on the table, speaks great, but they all went through.

Private Oil Tanya Japan Branch.

The large display in the break room shows news from abroad. In the United States, France, Argentina, Canada, Chile, Australia, the United Kingdom, etc., there are all these massive demonstrations going on.

Most of them were members of the Grim Penis. They, who are also supporters of Van Damme, have recently been demonstrating media beatings from environmental protection.

And the demonstration isn't just about grim penises, it's about adding people who turn their hates on the press.

"At the moment Grim Penis is not just an environmental protection group, it's also an anti-media organization. Rather, by doing so, we might aim to expand our forces"

Biton said as he watched the footage, arm in arm.

"No matter how much information manipulation is on top of Theodore, the public mind still looks on Van Damme's side."

said Nathan Pollock, a soldier under Biton. Recently, there has been a strange hatred within the Japanese branch of Private Oil Tanya named Pollock of Coupler Men.

"I guess the idea of slapping the press rather than the Van Dam side still remains. Van Damme's support itself has declined considerably, with a lot of suspicious parts also being charged. But that's why I stopped by the press."

"Does it feel like we've underestimated each other? I wonder if it will end up like this in Gudagda."

"As a public, I wouldn't mind, but the mucky parties will let that happen. Both Van Damme and Theodore pass me through, even as they wield the world and annoy me, that's the type. These people are similar. There is no power, and there is a difference that we cannot pass through our own will."

Referring to those who are eager to continue demonstrating in the footage, Biton said.

At Tasmania Devil, a bar where residents of the back streets gathered, the dog owner made contact with the person alone.

"This is all the information about the liver cedar willow meal and the people around it that was requested…"

For some reason, the woman - Nana Kurosaki, one of the top executives of "O My Rape" - forwards the data, hardening her appearance, which leaves a bit of an unassuming but extremely beautiful appearance.

"What's going on?

I've known about Nana for a long time, but I'm surprised because she usually treats me with a brighter attitude, but this time it's a strange one.

"No... I've reached an unexpected truth... That made me a little nervous. I've had this job a long time, but I can't get used to cases like this forever."

"What kind of case is that? Well, take a look."

As he projected the display and read the information he was given, the dog owner understood what was wrong with Nana. The dog owner also took a breath.

"I'm curious too... but I think I understood quite a bit when I heard what you were saying about journalists and informants who are comfortable pursuing the truth like this"

Even though it was about Hepatic Cedar and its surroundings that I requested, it also contains information about people other than Hepatic Cedar and others. But it's not irrelevant. It's written because of it. While Nana was looking into it, I guess she got there.

"Yep. I'm surprised I investigated it, too. Of course you don't know what we've investigated, but that information is... very dangerous."

"I know, it's pretty dangerous as far as I can tell. I was made a clone, too, and the main body could be killed."

A dog owner who speaks with the intention of joking and then is aware that that may not actually be a joke at all.

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"But even though it's not the highest price course, you've often searched for this, and you've taught me."

"When I was washing Mr. Hepatosugi's neighborhood, it was easy to find out. It was also easy by our organizational standards to get to Kate. Ah... this way of saying it sounds a little braggy and might have felt bad... Make sure you didn't ask."

"No, no, I don't think so."

Nana, who says with a teary-eyed smile, also smiles small with a dog owner attached.

(From an unexpected point of view, the mystery of Kate and Kate beating has been discovered. I didn't know hepatic cedar was the key......)

In the complex chest, in the dog breeder, the disgust for Kate boils clearly. Stronger than ever.

(And you found this mystery of disgust in me, too)

There was certainly the stench of soul decay. I also found out who it was. Knowing that had led to more aversion.

Theodore is rumored in the shadows to be a reptile-like man.

Theodore loves reptiles and has a lizard, but I seriously don't know how I can be compared to a reptile.

If I can be likened to a carnivore, I know. Because I am the man who ate people, set people on their feet, and built their present status. That was pleasant. In fact, he also liked the carnivore itself, and he had a less telling sexuality that he liked to feed the carnivore raw and watch him get eaten to death.

Release a white edible mouse onto a lizard in a large cage. It is not a frozen mouse. A living, healthy mouse.

The lizard eats up quickly. But I can't swallow the whole thing in an instant either. I'm just talking about a rash. Still, his lower body is pinched disappointingly in both jaws, and the mouse screams peppy and tall, desperately trying to escape. My upper body is free, so I'm biting the head of a lizard.

Theodore felt comfortable with the mouse scream and Theodore's clone felt painful. Despite the same DNA and memory, it feels the opposite way.

At this moment, Theodore, the iron skin, is bound to spill a laugh. Desperately rising, seeing the scene where a screaming rat, but at no cost, feeds on a much more gigantic carnivore than himself, the sadism in him fills.

(I didn't like to see a scene where a rat would be killed. But...... I can't help but think it's ugly now that I've solved my mind control, even though I don't remember how offensive it was originally)

The lizard shakes his head and punches a mouse against the wall to weaken him. Theodore looks comfortable with a distorted grin as the rat loses some strength and becomes dull in resistance. Observing the side of that Theodore, the clone is exposed to discomfort.

"What?"

Feeling Clone's gaze and looking at him, Theodore felt something cold in his spine and neck muscles as he had the same face as himself that looked at himself uncomfortably.

This was the case before, but the clone is clearly not looking right.

The clone has mind control, so that it never turns against itself. But there is no reason for him to know that it is solved by Junko.

"Ugly"

A clone that tells you what it feels like.

Hearing that one word, Theodore gets caught up in that feeling, like there's been a serious bug in the computer. Impossible. There has never been, and should never be, an emotion like this, or a dialogue like this.

"I... I don't think I would have done this if my body was at least a slightly respectable person, if it had attraction as a person"

A Theodore clone slowly moving toward the body as he talks.

"You... what are you going to do"

Seeing obviously dangerous signs, Theodore lags behind.

"Try to get around to being eaten, too. Let me scream."

When he said so quietly in a low voice, the clone jumped to the main body.

"Nu-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

More than a dozen seconds after the scream... blood. In the midst of the whole thing, the skull crushed and spasmodic Theodore body was rolling on the floor.

"It was a nasty scream. Not even fun at all."

Clone leans on the spot as he says, hitting the body's brain from his mouth, chewing and swallowing.

"Today is... my real birthday..."

After finishing eating his brain, he groaned so in a whimpering voice, soaking up a few spilling tears.

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