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Chasing the ring
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"I suppose it would be helpful if we caught a few more with their pants down." Zatanna pulls a face-. "Metaphorically. They don't-"
Funny enough, Renegade had to deal with that particular placement of magical bugs:
I don't rush, or swing my fist or do anything that implies for a moment that I'm not in full possession of my faculties. I simply reach forward with my left hand, grab the chief bugfucker by the neck and hoist him up. This Is Not Your Place
"What are you-?!"
I then tear off the bugfucker's trousers, the elephantine insect which long ago replaced his auto-emasculated genitalia dangling free. It hisses at us.