I have to admit, finding Michael here was a pleasant surprise. We talked for a bit, then he tried to shoot me, then he was on the floor. I guess he could not find Nil. So anyway, I did to him what I did to Gabriel. Then I asked him how it felt. He sort of moaned a bit and made some weird gurgling sounds. Then I realized "Oh! Silly me. He does not have a tongue anymore." Poor Mikey seemed so desperate to tell me something. Oh well. On a related note, I discovered that human flesh tastes very similar to tuna. Learn something new every day!
But I suppose some of you may be wondering how my dinner with Slicey went. I am still alive as you can see. You can see more or less the full conversation on Slice's blog. We are not too different after all it seems. Minus the obvious psychosis. And blatant sadism. And I am more handsome. But I digress. Maybe we will do it again some time.
Alder, I wish to apologize if I offended you in any way by insulting Rika. I just needed to see if I was doing my job well. Clearly I am not. Hence what I am going to do to Fake Kaiju. Fake Kaiju might not be happy with the fact that there is another Kaiju running around. Ever read the Clone Saga of the Spider-Man comics? Clones make things get real confusing, real fast. I might not even stick around to watch the daring rescue of Ron and Cerby fail.
P.S. Black Leaf, I am sorry for doubting your loyalties. I am rather impulsive, and when I saw Pete's post about a "Concerned Party" I immediately jumped to the conclusion that since you were Clyde's friend, you must be the concerned party... Any Ideas on the true identity of the helper(s)?
Addendum: M is... alive?