My name is Alex Cinder. Before I say anything else, you must know something that may very well kill you one day. Never mess with Alex Cinder whn he's drinking his coffee.
"Alex?"
"Damn it, Harris! Can't you see I trying to enjoy my morning, for once!" Harris replied by pushing his thick-framed glassed up the bridge of his nose.
"Whatever, what did you need?"
Harris re-adjusted his bowtie.
"Well, you still haven't done anything about the faery killing children in town." He looked at me disaproovingly.
"Ah. Well. Yes. That is on the tippie top of my to-do list." I said.
Harris sighed. "Stop the childish language and just go do your god-damn job already."
I got up from the lounge room table.
"Hell yeah! That faery is going to wish It ever fucked with my town!"
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