| She led Marik to the lounge room where Dark Magician was helping Flame Swordsman light a bong. Slifer was sitting on the couch enjoying a joint, and Obelisk was waiting for his turn. "This is insane!" yelled Marik. DMG nodded. "The legendary gods have stunted their growth tremendously by all that smoking. The Winged Dragon of Ra is even in an iron lung." Suddenly a terrible groan was heard from outside. << BACK NEXT >> |
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