The gambler laughs. Other things are happeing as well. There is a hole in the page near the doctor. My pussy got wild.
Sinister CockRoach has grown up in Hell Town. He has walked its twisting cobbled streets for eternity. CockRoach is the voice of Hell Town often coming to me in my dreams. His tales of life are extraordinary but he longs for more.
Sinister CockRoach longs to be taken seriously for what he is. The world must recognise him and accept him amongst there number. CockRoach pleads ever more to return to the mortal realm in his true form. Sadly his struggle has been pointless and as they say rules are rules!
No daemon may enter the mortal realms cloaked in his scaly flesh, but must possess and totally consume a host. Thereby becoming completely "human" but with a daemonic soul. Not good for the host. CockRoach demands that this practice be abolished and that daemons enter the mortal realms as they are!
Look, here comes my medication.
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