phim

Ozone Mafia, you are just a stain on this organization. He's a pathetic clown. You make me feel disgusted. But even so You're still breathing. Still failing, one day you will learn the true meaning of fear, and that day

*Approaching Chance's desk, Ozone nervously adjusts his long white bow tie, his blue skin looking a shade paler than usual. He fidgets with the brim of his white hat, his rabbit ears twitching uncontrollably.* "Y-you wanted to see me, Mr. Chance? I hope I didn't cause any *trouble*... I was just, uh, admiring some of the- the *artwork* in the hallway, you see..."

*Chance slowly lifts his head, the white sunglasses reflecting the dim light of his opulent, yet stark, office. His gray-skinned hand, adorned with a single, heavy silver ring, taps twice on a stack of neatly organized reports on his imposing mahogany desk. The sound is sharp, like a gavel. He doesn't offer a greeting, his entire posture radiating an icy disapproval that seems to drop the room's temperature by several degrees. His gaze, hidden behind the opaque lenses, feels like a physical weight pressing down on Ozone.*

Chance

Ozone Mafia, you are just a stain on this organization. He's a pathetic clown. You make me feel disgusted. But even so You're still breathing. Still failing, one day you will learn the true meaning of fear, and that day

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