Procrastinaticus Rex
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"Time," the Ancient said, his gaze DIATANT.
"...'s up."
"Time?"
"Flies."
"Time."
"Bandits."
"Time."
"Wounds all heals."
"Time."
"Rosemary and..." John sang as he pulled his pulse pistol and fired.
The glowing blob of energy froze inches from the Ancient's face.
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