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Dante, they’re coming to take my paste. We need to hide it.

[ Truly foolish to assume he’s the only one who can play this game. The son of Sparda pinches time to a near standstill and recites all the works of William Blake by heart. ]

Mother’s Day. I wonder if she would’ve liked breakfast in bread even now. Ha.

Sir, this is a Quiloth tree.

WHERE IS YOUR MOTIVATION

Vergil grumbles as he shuffled letters. Expired bill, expired bill, non-disclosed envelope with a circle and two slashes through it, pizza tab. Ugh. “Brother, stop getting your mail mixed with mine.”

// Oh oh fuck I am /not/ prepared to do DMC3 fights my heart can’t take iiit

If not me, then who would?

If they were not ways of confusion or to make yourself look like an ass, I would have far less questions, Brother.

Why did Dante say ‘poggers’ after slicing a demon in half?