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[Who the hell is that?]

He found his courage. He had tucked it beneath the rage of his wits. But that time, he could reach for it.

He could pull it and make it assume what he did intend of course. He wanted to be sure who the intruder was.

He wanted to indentify the rage and who the dimwitted folk was. He wanted to know what did inspire such to speech or what would.

He didn't know if he did have an idea who the person was. He couldn't really be sure. He couldn't be sure. He was only trying to prune his guesses.

He wasn't so good at making guesses. He did try his best to identify with the odds. He did want to fill the odds and represent his rage.

That was all that he was meaning to do. He had been to do that. He didn't want to spur the rots. He was making his motives hiddden.

He did know that he wouldn't put up with the odd of the games anymore. He would yet find out who the pyschopath was.

Twas some moments more. He was counting the odds and the things ascribed to them. That was all that he could. He couldn't had done better of course.

He turned finally. The creature was not there. He didn't know what that was.

He didn't know how such grown up monster would be so confined in thoughts. He didn't know why such grown up would yet be playing hide and seek.

Twas more than nauseating to him. He could never put up with it. He didn't want to. He didn't want to fill the rage.

He didn't know how to identify with the pain. If he did have his way with magic, he would summon whoever twas of course.

He did hope that he would attain that height someday. He couldn't be so sure. He couldn't identify with the odds.

He couldn't put up with all other things he had been ignoring. He couldn't put up with his rage, pain, ire and will he had been ignoring.

He would fix the remaining. He did know what he was capable of doing. He did know what he would keep doing.

He would keep keeping abreast of all the odds. He would keep sieving his options. He did know that sooner or later, he would still figure out who twas. Of course he knew.

He couldn't hide his rage under the thicket of cowardice. He was done doing that. He needed something to identify with and he was going to do that at that time.

He had figured out what he did want to identify with. He had pointed it out and would keep pruning his stance.

He let his rage out through churning words. That was all that he could do to spell his rage. There was nothing better he did think of.

He did hope that he would be able to figure out some other things. Time would help around it of course. He did speak:

[Would you continue being stupid or something close to that? If you're sure of what you're capable of doing, why didn't you show up and let's talk.

And of course I'd thought that you're some elevated monster who should be dreaded of course, but all I was seeing and I've seen is the Lord of Hide and Seek.

I don't think I can put up with your childless attributions anymore. I have been trying to, but I tell you, there's a verge to all actions and thought, and I bet you know that I've gotten to mine. Be bold enough to come up.]

He didn't know from where he had put up that show. He didn't know what courage was that.

His grit had been gaunt and he simply couldn't had register with it. He didn't know how it had fleshen up and become that great.

He was hoping that he would figure out. He didn't know what the outcome of what he had said would be. He didn't care what.

He just wanted a change of course. But he was hoping that at the course of the change he was hoping for that he wouldn't have the course to be dealt with.

He hated to nurse that feeling. He would do several other things of course. He would put up with several other things,but time would be discipline enough to teach him.

He was more than sure about that. Time was being dismissive. He couldn't had done any better. He was hoping that all would come out clearly.

And if it did come to rage and ire, he would be left with no choice but to surrender.

Of course that would be the only best option for him. If twasnt, then twouldnt be any other thing. He could say of course.

He looked from to the serpent. He didn't know if it had been speaking.

That could never be true of course. How could the serpent had spoken. There were verges to things which he could believe.

He actually did have verges to everything he could identify with. He was just being comported. That was the best thing he could do.

He couldn't had done better and wouldn't. The serpent was still in its usual form and comportment. He didn't know how to make it feel what he wanted.

He didn't know if that was even necessary. He knew that he would soon figure out how the whole thing was working.

He only needed time. He only needed the time and space to act and think respectively. He would let the other things sway by.

He would let the other things make meaning of the odds. The eyes of the serpent were etched in ire. He could figure out.

They were red with the glaze of sulphur. He didn't know what twould look like if the serpent did open its mouth.

He didn't want to see it of course. He was only entertaining his thoughts. That was the best he could do.

He wanted to dismiss the thought of whether the creature would show up or not. But he did need to ascertain quite the numbers of things.

He did need to identify with many odds. He was skeptical what to put up with. He didn't know what the right thing to do was.

He hoped that he would be able to get the rage known of course. Time would even test it. Time would fill it. He could fill the rage.

The serpent should also feel what he was. Twould be more than pleasant. Twould be heavenly of course. He would then have someone to empathize. He did need that like his breath.

He could use it. He could sweep his breath into a whole and make a new life from it. He did know what he could do and how he would do it.

He was trying as much as possible to stick with the plan his instinct had been leasing to him. He hoped that he would be sane enough to register the stance and have his way.

He knew what the motive would be. He would figure out soonest. He couldn't had done it first place, but he will soon.

He tried to make meaning of what the room did look like at that moment. That was all he could do. He was leaping from one thought to the other.

He did know that whether or not he liked it,he would be able to have his way with one. He knew what he did need and how he did need it.

He would figure the whole thing out and identify with his rusty rage. His eyes were heavy. He would make them feel only what he wanted them to.

They wouldn't feel more than that. He couldn't help it of course. The room did have only three cornerstones or corners.

He didn't know what wouldn't be mysterious at that half of the world. He had seen enough and was already tired of seeing.

He just wanted to have his way with the odds and identify then push out the remaining seal.

That was all that he was looking forward to. He did hope dearly that he would be able to make it right with his instinct as he was making sense of the mess he was in. The room for a cubicle.

Calling the room a cubicle wasn't the best thing. The room was more than that.

Twas quite large and had several things owed to it. Aside the heads held up in the air. Of course those heads were only heads; well, they were not skulls. They were simply heads.

He could figure out the difference among them. That he would do verily.

Aside the pot of Cauldron which was in the air at one of the sides of the room. Aside the fire which was suspended in the air, yet blazing.

Aside all and the serpent, there was only two other things he could see.

He did want to figure out what they were before the voice of the intruder did come again. The hell was wrong with him.