Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190308003655/@comment-35691777-20190311053432

Glitchee123z wrote:

Pestilence laughs. “Sorry, but my answer’s no.” She conjures a syringe the size of a sword, and throws it at The Minister at high speed. The Minister could not dodge the syringe in time, it impaled right through his chest and sent him flying back, sending the nien thousand and one kilogram giant right into a couple of trees before landing on the ground, the syringe impaled so deep into his chest and The Minister roaring with pain with how deep the syringe was, thankfully it wasn't through his heart.