Traily was so, so tired.
Traily was so fucking tired.
He worked so hard for a very long time.
Almost everything that he ever signed up for ended up with him spending his last dime.
His energy was drained like he was an energy box getting drained by a male succubus.
It seemed like it was energy that was totally out.
« Not anymore, » said Jacob.
« What is this about? »
« The male succubi are slain. Next, the Wiccans came. »
« That is why you were so drained. »
« Adam was the ringleader who was responsible. »
« He spoke through other people’s lips to create spoken words and acts beyond evil and reason. »
« I ain’t lyin. »
« If I am, then you can call me Brian. »
« No more I am so, so tired. »
« Tomorrow you will be a changed man with a zest for life. »
« I will supply you with your favorite candy. »
« You are going to be wired. »
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