Thread:Coolot1/@comment-11063071-20190224193716/@comment-11063071-20190306030442

Miranda (Prime): Um, Implo. I wouldn't mess with them if I-

(then, he runs to the Peacock Implo, but Peacock Miranda stops him by aiming her sharp feather on his throat, about to slash his throat)

Peacock Miranda: Mess with my friend, you will meet your demise.