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The Chief Executive Sky God looks down upon your impetuous commander with one of the unpleasantest expressions you've ever seen on a big fluffy cloud. It is a look that speaks of a towering rage subdivided into vast amounts of office space the better to accommodate several flying squads of retribution design and implementation specialists. And their attorneys.
You smile uneasily upward.
"AND YOUR LITTLE DOG," the Sky God throws in.
"Blow me," Hattie suggests.
The world darkens instantly.
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