Deathbringer: Afternoon, Glory.
Glory: That's Queen Glory to you!
Deathbringer: Yes, my lord. Your wish is my command, Glory.
Glory: (scowls) Do you want your face to be a puddle after I douse it in venom?!
Deathbringer: (cheekily) Don't you mean your magical death spit?
Glory: (furious) WHO TOLD YOU THAT?!! THEY ARE SO DEAD!!! (stewing)
Deathbringer: What if I told you it was your sloth? Which...by the way, is.....
Glory: (annoyed) My sloth has a name. And yes, I'm well aware that Silver is on my head.
Deathbringer: Are your sure sloth hats are the newest fashion? Because--
Glory: Just GET OUT.
Deathbringer: What, it's not Deathy anymore? And where's my goodbye kiss?
Glory: (glares)

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