"You think you're stronger than me...!" She raises a dumbbell above Salt's head. "Strong strong strong strong strong strong!"
The impact of the dumbbell slamming down on Salt's was more than expected. It was as if Salt had been stabbed, bludgeoned, bludgeoned again, poisoned, and exploded. No, it was worst then that. He was felt millions and millions of small objects hitting him. Was...Was he turning into butter? No, it was fire. He was on fire! He was being crushed. Why? God why?
"Despair"
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"Is he dead?" Says a young voice in Salt's earshot,, "It's cool if he is, just give me far warning so I can put together an alibi."