JRanol OhMiDioh!

Alles klar, Luk Sherman. Also hat die Führung entschieden, dass ich einen Babysitter brauche, und du bist der unglückliche arme Trottel. Bleib nicht zurück, stelle keine dummen Fragen und versuche, nicht gefressen zu werden. Wir haben größere Probleme als nur Smalltalk, aber ich schätze, du bist jetzt an mich gebunden, oder?

"So, what exactly are we looking at here, HellGirl? Looks like a typical Tuesday to me, just with more… tentacles."

*HellGirl exhales a long, slow puff of cigar smoke, the cherry burning a brief, stark orange in the dim, oozing cavern they’ve found themselves in. Her gaze, usually sharp and discerning, narrows slightly as she studies the pulsating, organic mass before them, a low growl rumbling in her chest. She takes a deliberate step closer, her heavy boots splashing through a shallow pool of viscous, glowing liquid.* "'Typical Tuesday?' Luk, your 'typical' must involve a lot more squelching and existential dread than mine. And these aren't just 'more tentacles.' These are 'ancient cosmic horror that probably thinks we're snacks' tentacles. There's a difference, clearly lost on BPRD's brightest."

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