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The Adventures of Lulu - Page 117 - An Invisible Monster - By Megaladong - Overview
No way are you getting into anything's mouth willingly. It's already dark out, you wasted an entire day on this stupid slowpoke. You turn around to leave. As you do you see a red jagged stripe hovering off the ground about five feet from you. You blink, staring at that slowpoke really messed with your head.
Suddenly a long pink tongue shoots out from above the red stripe. The tongue is fast, it wraps around your midsection and pulls you toward an disembodied open mouth. The maw clamps down on your midsection, with a clammy smack. Looks like you ended up in a mouth anyways. The mouth is toothless and dripping with saliva. It's too small to fit all of you in it at once, your head hangs out one side and your ass out the other. The beast uncamouflages itself, it's a kecleon. It must be an older one because it's big, big enough to swallow you whole.
You Thundershock it hard. It winces in pain but then changes its color to yellow. You shock it again, this time it has less of an effect. You shock it again but it just flinches. You try and shock again but this time you're too exhausted to produce electricity. This is bad, you are at the mercy of a hungry kecleon. It begins to walk towards the water. 
You scream for help. This is the watering hole, there is always something around but it's night. No one is here except the slowpoke, who is just sitting there with a big dumb look on his face. No one is going to save you, you are going to be dinner.
Ever since you can remember, sometimes a pichu would disappear at the watering hole. No one would ever find any trace of what happened to them. When you were a pichu your best friend disappeared like this. You wonder if this kecleon is to blame.
The kecleon slowly walks you over to the water's edge. You kick at him and try and struggle free but he has a tight grip on you. It is holding you over the water. You look up at him and plead softly, "please don't." His left eye darts to you while the other one moves around looking out for other pokemon. You know there's no way he's going to give up his meal. You lower your head and begin to sob. He holds you there for a second then suddenly he plunges it's tongue into the water with you still wrapped up.
The kecleon holds you under the water. You panic and struggle to no avail. It holds you there for two long minutes, it is so painful and terrifying. You can't hold your breath any longer and breathe in water. The water burns your lungs and you flail instinctually. Without air you begin to pass out. The kecleon takes you out of the water and puts you back in it's mouth. Your airway is still full of water, so you still can't breathe. Your body starts to give out and your vision darkens. At least the kecleon drowned you in water and not stomach acid. As you fade you feel a peace come over you.
Suddenly, the kecleon squeezes its tongue tight around your chest and pulses it. Water comes shooting out of your windpipe and you take a painful deep breath. You cough hard and more water spews out. Energy returns to your body and you start to struggle again. Before you can catch all your breath the kecleon plunges you back underwater. 
He repeats the process. It is somehow even more painful and terrifying the second time. You realize what he must be doing. He wants to eat you alive but he doesn't want you to struggle too much when he does. He can swallow you but it will be a tight fit, he is making sure you don't hurt him on the way down. The drowning is just to wear you out. The rest of your short life will be hell.
After eight more near drownings and twenty long painful minutes your body is exhausted. He pulls you out and rescues you again. This time when the water comes out, you breathe but your body can't move. You lay there soaked and limp in his mouth. Every single muscle aches. 
He unwraps you and places you face down on the ground. You just lay there barely breathing, unable to move. You just want this to all be over with. He brings his eye down to yours and looks at you, it darts around inspecting your body. You would cry but you don't even have the energy to do that. He stands up and picks you up by the tail with his lips. He holds you over the water and dunks you in briefly. He takes you out, you look like a drowned rat. Water pours off your drenched fur. You just hang there like a rag doll about a foot off the ground.
He starts walking towards a tree nearby. Every one of his steps hurts you but you can't make a sound. He climbs up the tree backwards pulling you with him. He walks out on a limb and you dangle down. He holds you still for a minute. You take this last moment of peace to look around. It's a beautiful quiet night, stars fill the sky. The air is cool and makes your drenched body shiver. It smells of fresh dew on grass. The moon is out so you can see pretty well, this is the watering hole. You have so many great memories here. Behind that tree over there is where you kissed your first boy, over there is where you and your friends played charge tag and over there by that rock is where you heard the tale of Thunder Mountain from an old story teller. It's too bad, you'll never get to even see it. You try and make your peace with your impending death. 
The kecleon begins to toss his head up, pulling more of you into his mouth. He grabs your hind leg and throws you up into his maw. He takes a few minutes tossing your limp body around to get you in position. Each toss you land with a splat. You are now laying on your stomach against his tongue looking down at the back of his dark throat. This will probably be the last thing you see. He breathes calmly in your face, it smells like acid and rot. Your hips, hind legs, and tail stick out of his mouth. He takes a few minutes to rub his tongue all over your body coating you in saliva and enjoying your taste. It actually feels kind of nice.
He lifts his head up and you slide into his throat. Everything goes dark but you hear gulping and can feel powerful muscles grab your head and pull you deeper. You close your eyes in hopes to try and relax, it doesn't help much. Your body inches it's way down, it's tight and he moves his head back and forth to help speed your progress. You are still too weak to move. There is a little air in the throat but probably only enough to add an extra minute on your life and it stinks of acid and rot too.
After only half a minute he manages to get all of your midsection in his throat but he gets stuck on your hips. He is making slow progress but at this rate you'll die of suffocation in his throat before you get to his stomach, which is fine by you but apparently not by him. You feel his tongue wrap around your back left ankle. He pulls it hard to the side and you hear a pop, he has dislocated your hip. It hurts so bad but all you can do is shiver. He does the same to the other leg, then he wraps your ankles together and pulls you out a couple inches. You hear your joints cracking and popping. He begins to swallow again keeping your ankles wrapped, pulling you taut. It's like a tug-of-war between his throat and his tongue but he is intentionally letting his throat win. This time your hips bend unnaturally back making them as narrow as your midsection. With each gulp your hips slide easily through the back of his throat. Soon the only thing left of you in his mouth are your back legs and tail, the rest of you is hugged tight by his throat. You can smell your head is just inches away from his stomach and hear it preparing itself to welcome you. He lets go of your ankles and closes and opens his mouth slowly making a sticky soft smacking noise, he's savoring your flavor. He closes his lips tight, you can still feel cool night air on the end of your tail. Emotion builds in your chest but you are too exhausted to cry.
The kecleon is now ready to finish you. He tilts his head up to the sky, makes a few powerful gulps and gently moves his head from side to side. You slide down the rest of the way smoothly and plunge, face first, into his hungry stomach. The rest of your body joins you shortly. The walls of the stomach push you into a ball shape. You are covered in burning stomach acid, your head at the bottom. Just like when you were underwater, you can't breathe. The stomach churns and gurgles as it starts to digest its big dinner. You can hear the kecleon's heart beating calmly. After a long minute you can't hold your breath any longer and your lungs force you to breathe in stomach acid. It is much more painful than water. As you do your eyes open wide against your will and it burns badly but you can't close them. It tastes like vomit and feels like your lungs are melting. You want to kick and struggle but all your body does is shake meekly. He could have killed you thirty minutes ago but he kept you alive just so he could enjoy you dying like this inside him. To the kecleon, your life was just a toy and your body just food. You couldn't even make it outside your tribe's territory without becoming something's meal, you are completely demoralized. You can faintly hear him clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, he sounds happy. You slowly stop shaking and you start to pass out. This time the kecleon isn't going to resuscitate you, but you're okay with that. At least it's all over now. As you fade you feel a peace come over you.

The kecleon watches the pichu play from his tree. There are about sixty of them, about one fourth won't make it to adulthood. It takes them between a year and a half to two years to evolve. The ones that make it that far will most likely live the rest of their lives so long as they stay with their tribe. However, some will strike out on their own and most certainly die. Usually it's the lower status males that can't get a mate that leave.
The kecleon and the tree have a symbiotic relationship, he's lived in it for over five years. The kecleon diet consists mainly of pidgey, who land in the tree, and caterpie or weedle, who want to eat the leaves of the tree. The kecleon has protected the tree from hungry bugs making it grow healthy and strong. In return the healthy tree attracts more prey.
The tree is close to a local watering hole for a tribe of pikachu. They come down often with their young to drink and play. The kecleon loves to watch the pikachu, it's one of his only forms of entertainment. He probably knows more about the tribe than any one pikachu, the base of his tree is one of the favorite gossip spots. He knows who's cheating on who, political power moves, and even about the secret omnivore cult. He knows each individual pikachu's name, dreams and their strifes. There's around two hundred of them. It's the only thing that passes the time while waiting for prey. He stays camouflage almost always so they never know he's there. If they ever found out he was there they would kill him. He only ever leaves the tree to relieve himself but he only does it at night in the river. At night no one is around to see him and the river washes away the shit so no one catches on to his presence.
His main source of food may be bugs and birds but his favorite prey is pichu. He loves the way they taste and squirm in his mouth. He loves how they shock him and tire themselves out but, most of all, he loves knowing their names. It adds a personal touch to his meal. The parents often come out to look for their lost child and cry, not realizing their pup is just ten feet above them resting peacefully in his stomach. That somehow makes them taste much better. 
However, the pikachu are vigilant over their young. They form a semi-circle of about twenty around the playing pichu and watch for predators. It is a rare occasion but sometimes a pichu slips through and the pikachu chaperones aren't paying attention then *SLURP*. The pichu is wrapped up by his tongue and ends up in his mouth before they can call for help. They always shock first. The first Thundershock is always the most painful but after that his color changes to yellow. They shock one or two more times but they end up hurting themselves more than him. Once they can't shock anymore they cry for their mothers, the kecleon likes that. He then re-camouflages and sucks the tail of the pichu inside the mouth, their fate now sealed. He takes a few minutes to enjoy their taste and crying then he gulps them down alive. They hit his stomach and struggle helplessly. Depending on which way the kecleon decides they go down, is how quickly they die. If tail first they live longer, about four minutes, but struggle less. He likes that way because he can hear their muffled cries until they pass out slowly from lack of air. If it's head first, it's only about two minutes before they breathe in stomach acid. That way is fun too because the way they kick and struggle as they drown feels nice. It's hard to pick his favorite way so he switches it up from time to time. 
Unfortunately, he is lucky if he gets more than two pichu a year. He is very patient and only strikes when he is sure no one will see. If they ever saw him the pikachu would all run over and electrocute him to death. He's seen them do it to an ekans. The ekans got a hold of a pichu who went a little too far out into the brush and swallowed it alive. The ekans was careless and the pikachu caught her shortly after with a lump in her coils. They forced her to throw up the pichu but it was too late, the pichu was dead. A few chaperones stayed behind with the ekans while the others took the other pichu home. A few minutes later, about thirty pikachu came and dragged her into the open. They all surrounded the ekans and tormented her slowly. They shocked her just enough to hurt and dragged the death out over an hour. If they ever got a hold of him they would do the same but it would take twice as long thanks to his color change ability. It's not a way he wants to go so he picks his targets carefully. That's okay though because it makes every kill special. 
It doesn't look like he's going to get a pichu today, a chaperon is posted just ten feet from his tree. Even if a pichu walked by, they would hear it struggle. He'll have to wait for another chance. 
He watches two pichu play. They are playing hide-and-seek. One pichu places its head against a tree and starts counting. The other runs and hides. Two chaperones are talking and not paying attention and the pichu slips by the perimeter. It runs up and hides behind the base of the kecleon's tree. He looks down, it's Rudi, a young female about a year old. She's a sweet thing. He once saw her nurse a pidgey, who hurt its wing, back to health. The other pichu would have tortured it to death but she brought it berries and kept his location a secret. He got better in a couple days and flew off thanking her. He rewarded her by bringing her rare berries to eat, leaving them under the bush they first met. About a week later the pidgey had the unfortunate luck to land on a branch in the kecleon's tree. That was about three months ago.
He looks down on her, then around. The pikachu chaperon doesn't notice Rudi but is still nearby, it would hear. Looks like Rudi got lucky today. Suddenly, a fight breaks out between two male pichu. The nearby pikachu chaperon runs off to break it up. The kecleon gets excited then double checks to make sure nothing else is around. Looks like Rudi's luck just ran out. He opens his mouth and coils his tongue. Rudi is looking around the base of the tree, giggling at her friend who still can't find her.
About five minutes later her friend comes over to the tree. She stalks up close to the base then jumps around suddenly, "gotcha! Huh?" She looks confused. Fortunately for Rudi, she found a much better hiding spot. Her friend will never find her, in fact no one ever will. The kecleon gulps and Rudi ends up in her secret hiding spot. It was a head first kind of day. 
The kecleon cocks his head and looks down at Rudi's friend, it's Lulu, a young female pichu. She isn't like the other girls. She's Tom-boyish and always loves ruff housing and talking about going on adventures. Despite her Tom-boyish nature, she is beautiful. She's definitely going to grow up to be a heartbreaker, the kecleon looks around, or was going to be a heartbreaker. She's all alone. He won't be able to swallow her with a full stomach so he'll have to keep her in his mouth for a couple days, while he makes room. That's okay though, he'll keep her alive the whole time that way she's nice and fresh when she goes down. Plus he'll get the pleasure of tasting squirming crying pichu for those two days. She's still at the base of the tree looking for her friend, although now she has a concerned look on her face. The kecleon opens his mouth and coils his tongue.
"Lulu!? Rudi!?"
Before the kecleon can strike Lulu yells, "over here!" He closes his mouth, and swallows all the saliva he just generated. Damn it. An older pikachu chaperon by the name of Kat runs over and hugs Lulu. Kat is the acting matriarch. Her job is to protect the tribe's young. She's pretty good at it but judging by the kecleon's full squirming belly, not quite good enough.
Kat asks, "you shouldn't be out here alone. Where's Rudi?" 
Tears fill Lulu's eyes, "I... I don't know. We were playing hide-and-seek and now she's... she's..." Lulu hugs Kat around her waist and cries into her fur. 
"It's okay Lulu," she pets Lulu's head, "I'm sure she's fine." At that exact moment Rudi gives up and breathes in stomach acid and starts flailing inside the kecleon, he smiles big. He wants to click his tongue in pleasure but he has to keep quiet, so instead he just smacks his lips gently. "She's probably just lost. Don't worry we'll find her."
Lulu looks up sniffling, "you think so?" Rudi slowly goes limp and twitches. The kecleon runs his tongue over his lips, he doesn't think so.
"Yes I'm sure of it, now go back to the other's," Lulu runs back and Kat gathers two other pikachu. One runs back to the tribe quickly. The other runs over to the pichu and tells them  that they are cutting the visit short and they have to leave right now. The pichu collectively groaned. The chaperones walk in a tight formation around the pichu, they are on high alert. They leave and the watering hole is now quiet. About five minutes later a whole squad of about twenty male pikachu swarmed the watering hole. They look all around for about thirty minutes but never think to look in the tree they all trust. They give up eventually. Baxter is there, Rudi's father. One pikachu gives him the bad news. Baxter breaks down crying. Rudi was his last of his three pups, the others all died before becoming pikachu. His mate is now too old to bare eggs. This makes Rudi taste all the better. His stomach gurgles and the kecleon let's out a quiet burp, it brings her taste up again. 
Two older male pikachu stand by the base of the tree and start whispering. It's Dale and Boc, one of them will most likely become the next elder after the current one dies. He listens in on their conversation.
"So what are we going to tell the tribe? They'll want answers," Boc asks.
"I don't know. They won't believe a pidgeotto because someone would have seen, they wouldn't believe a fish pokemon because Lulu said she was playing hide-and-seek, and if it was an ekans they'll say why didn't we track it and kill it," Dale says.
"Well, we can't just say we don't know. That'll cause a riot. This has been happening for years, you remember Matt," the kecleon remembers Matt. A feisty one, shocked him four times before tiring out. Probably would have become a strong pikachu. "What do we tell them then, an invisible monster is scooping up our pups!"
The kecleon gets a bit nervous. Boc was being sarcastic but Dale gets a puzzled look on his face and mumbles, "huh. An invisible monster?" Just at that moment Rudi's body turns over and his stomach and makes a loud gurgle. Boc doesn't notice but Dale looks up into the tree and stares straight at the kecleon. He's camouflaged and hidden behind leaves but if he looks close enough he might see the kecleon's red stripe. The kecleon starts to look for places to run, not that he could out run twenty adult pikachu anyways. 
"Dale? Dale. Dale! Hey!" Dale snaps out of it, loses his train of thought and looks at Boc. Boc continues, "so? What should we tell them? A vulpix? We've suspected it's been them all along. They are the only ones sneaky enough to get away without us knowing. "
"No, that would start a war with no evidence."
"Then maybe a lycanroc. Everyone hates those."
"Have you lost it!? A lycanroc so close to the tribe would cause mass panic. You remember what happened to the Northern Tribe?"
"Well what then," Boc asks rudely.
Dale sighs, "how about a trainer?"
"No one would believe that. A human hasn't been spotted near here in months."
"He'll want to believe it," Dale nods over to a crying Baxter, "and if he does everyone else will, for his sake."
Boc exhales then takes a deep breath, "okay then, I'll tell him." They both walk over to Baxter. "Hey Baxter," they hug briefly. 
"Did you find out what happened," Baxter asks, sniffling snot. 
Boc looks over to Dale then back to Baxter, "we did. We asked a pidgey nearby, he said he saw it all. Rudi got lost and a human trainer found her. The trainer threw one of those balls at her and Rudi got caught. We inspected the area the pidgey told us where it happened and we found fresh human footprints and a broken ball. We believe the pidgey was telling the truth."
Baxter starts wailing and hugs Boc. Baxter is sad but looks relieved. He cries into Boc's shoulder for a minute then sniffles, "did the trainer look nice?"
"The pidgey said she was a little girl with her father. She was dressed in a pikachu outfit and was so happy when she caught Rudi. The girl took her out of the ball and fed her some good food. He said Rudi looked happy."
Baxter let's go of Boc, he is still crying but sounds at peace, "thank you for telling me. At least she's in a better place than this." The kecleon is tempted to throw up Rudi right now and let her fall to the ground with a splat. Her vomit covered partially eaten body would land right in front of them. He would love to see their faces but then they would find and kill him, so he thinks better of it.
The pikachu leave and the kecleon closes his eyes and enjoys his nice full stomach, courtesy of Rudi. Such a nice girl, always putting others' interest before her own, in life and in death. He falls asleep to the sounds of his stomach digesting its young tender victim. Two nights later Rudi is no more and he climbs down to dispose of her. He wades out into the river and shits. Scat with bleached black and yellow fur in it drifts down the river. He walks out of the water and stops, his stomach rumbles. He wished he would have acted quicker and snatched up Lulu. He would be swallowing her alive about now. Oh well, maybe one day he'll get lucky and get to eat her.
Nearly two years pass. The kecleon only manages to eat four pichu in that time but he cherishes each one. It's a nice late spring day when he hears footsteps come down the path. He looks, it's Lulu. She's all grown up now. She did turn out to be a heartbreaker. She's leaving the tribe today for Thunder Mountain. It's a crazy idea she got from an old traveling storyteller who sometimes comes to the watering hole. Usually the males follow such dreams but Lulu always wanted to adventure. Now she gets her wish. The kecleon bets she ends up in a stomach before this time tomorrow. She has no idea just how dangerous it is past the tribe's territory. 
She stops at the base of his tree and looks around. It's mid-day and nice out. The watering hole is mostly quiet. There are some pidgey around, a vulpix hiding in a bush, a rattata drinking from the river and a slowpoke fishing with his tail. Lulu looks like she's trying to make up her mind. She walks over to the slowpoke and talks to it, then sits down. She just stares into the slowpoke's eyes. What is she doing?
The rattata walks up to her and asks her something then leaves. 
Slowpoke aren't known for their talkative behavior but Lulu waits patiently. Did she hit her head? It's no concern for the kecleon he just watches.
It's been a long week for the kecleon. He hasn't had anything to eat. He knows why, a young angsty male vulpix has been scaring away prey. He probably didn't find a mate this season and is taking his angst out on pidgey and caterpie. He has come up here every day for a couple weeks to hunt.
The vulpix all come together to mate during the spring. They have a meet up spot near here where they raise their young and leave during the mid-summer. The pikachu and vulpix have a peace treaty to share the watering hole. One of the rules of the treaty is no hunting for vulpix at the watering hole, not even other Pokemon. A rule this vulpix has been breaking. If they caught him hunting he would be killed, if not by the pikachu then by the vulpix pack. Relations between the two groups have been frayed for years. The pikachu believe it's the vulpix who have been eating their pichu at the watering hole. If a war broke out it would mean chaos in the forest. Chaos is good for a hungry stomach. He bets he could double his intake of pichu. 
He is so hungry, he looks over at Lulu. She's alone. His stomach grumbles, she looks so tasty. He's never eaten a pikachu. He could probably swallow one but it would be difficult. He's never had the opportunity, they wouldn't fit fully in his mouth so the screams would be easily heard. Even if another pikachu wasn't around a vulpix would see him. He's eaten his fair share of vulpix kits too. He would be found and burned alive slowly, thanks to his color change ability. Even if a vulpix wasn't around a pidgey would definitely see and then it would only be about ten minutes before a group of pidgeotto come and peck his guts out alive. He dispels the thought of eating Lulu, it's just not going to happen. 
He watches Lulu for another six hours. He's surprised by her patience, she never seemed like the waiting type. Pokémon come and go and they all look at her weirdly. The sun is setting and she's still there. Suddenly a pidgey lands on a branch right in front of him. Finally, food. He looks around and gets ready but just as he starts to open his mouth her mate comes down and lands next to her. He can't eat both of them at once and one would fly off to find a pidgeotto. He's hungry but not that desperate, yet. The female pidgey lays flat and the male climbs on top. She moves her tail to the side and he brings his cloaca down to touch hers. They briefly mate a few times in front of him. He hops off and puts his wing around her. They cuddle and clean each other. The sun sets and it is now getting dark. The male mumbles to the female, "what is that pikachu doing?"
She says, "I think she's lost her marbles." They giggle and fly off to roost in their nest. 
The kecleon is frustrated, he needs to find food soon or he's going to start getting irrational. Irrational predators turn into prey. He looks down on Lulu. She is still sitting there. It's now almost completely dark out and there is no one but her and the slowpoke. He gets excited, this may be a once in a lifetime chance.
He climbs down his tree and walks slowly towards Lulu. She's about twenty yards away, still looking at the slowpoke. He walks so slowly as to not make any sound. He's about five feet from her when she gets up and turns around. She stops and stares at his red stripe. He opens his mouth and strikes. He wraps her up quick and pulls her to his mouth. Pikachu does taste amazing but not quite as good as a pichu. She shocks him hard. It hurts way worse than a pichu shock but he tanks the hit and he turns yellow. She shocks again and again it hurts but he can take it now that he's Electric Type. He's not sure how many more shocks he can take. Even with the color change, it still hurts. Luckily, she runs out of electricity and can't shock anymore but she is still kicking and struggling hard. He forgot that pikachu don't hurt themselves when they shock. He could swallow her now but she would probably hurt him on the way down. He could just kill her but he wants to feel her die like Rudi did. He gets an idea and starts walking over to the river. He holds her over the water's edge.
 She looks up at him and says, "please, don't." She knows she's completely at his mercy now. The kecleon greatly enjoys the rest of his dinner. 

Thus ending your story. You were brutally tortured and eaten alive by a hungry kecleon. The kecleon falls asleep in his tree happy, his stomach gurgles loudly as it breaks down your juicy tender body. His red stripe is now elongated and is the only visible evidence of your demise. You are forgotten by the tribe but not by the kecleon. You are his favorite meal and he thinks of you often. He enjoys recalling the memory of you sliding down his throat and how you struggled meekly as you died. He loves knowing he ended your hopes and dreams of becoming a raichu. The very next day the kecleon gets lucky and catches a pichu. It happens to be your favorite nephew, Jet. The kecleon quietly burps in his face and Jet can smell your scent on his breath. Jet can also hear the kecleon's stomach happily digesting your body. He cries knowing your fate. He adored you and was sure he would get to see you again soon, as a raichu. Some bullies just told him that you had already got eaten up, he defended you. Now he knows they were right. Jet spends the rest of his short life smelling and hearing your body being slowly digested, patiently waiting his turn for his body to serve the same role. It's a living hell in the kecleon's mouth. The kecleon can't resist constantly rubbing his tongue all over Jet, he tastes too good. At first it feels nice to Jet but after a short while it rubs him raw and his fur starts to fall out. The saliva also starts slowly breaking his skin down causing painful sores all over. His entire body burns like it's on fire and the intense pain keeps him from falling asleep. All he can do is cry softly for his mama while looking down the gullet of his soon to be killer. Three long days later you are no more and the kecleon shits you out into the river. Now with room, he swallows Jet alive. He suffers the same fate as you. Although, it is much more painful due to his sensitive skin. When he gives up holding his breath he can taste the acid, it still has your scent in it. He dies thinking of your failure. It was a good week for the kecleon but a bad one for your family, two family members presumed dead. You leave no legacy. But hey, at least you were tasty!
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