Up inside the fifth-dimensional Blood-Iron Palace, the fourth Script-King—the King of Massacre. Stood atop his iron desk with both hands pressing down on the lever of his Golden Script-Typewriter, pouring thirty percent of his true Author Origin into the falling Ten-Million-Corpse Blood-Guillotine!
“Die, you meddling little lizard!” the King of Massacre howled through his horned iron visor, his eyes bloodshot with madness.
“That Blood-Guillotine is coated in Ten-Million-Corpse Resentment Ink distilled from every massacre I’ve written over the last ten million years! Even if a Rank 9 Galactic Sovereign blocks the physical blade. A single drop of that resentment ink touching your skin will pollute your pure Void Dragon bloodline and rot your dragon heart into black sludge!”
Down on the newly paved shoulders of the [200-Galaxy Astral Dragon Highway]. Road-Crew Captain #401 (formerly Slaughter Clone Leader #401) and his one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine orange-vested brothers looked up at the descending galaxy-sized guillotine in horror:
“Look out, Young Master Ao Xing! Don’t touch that blade with your bare paw! The King of Massacre soaked that guillotine in fifth-dimensional Corpse-Resentment Ink to poison your dragon scales on contact!”
“Poison my scales with dirty ink? Hmph! Daddy and Mommy wash my paws every single night, and I’m wearing my [Dad’s Gold Star Sheriff Badge]!”
