The metallic werewolf P2

Deus Pater omnípotens. But despite this the Gloria never lost it’s original appeal, Dómine Fili Unigénite, Iesu Christe, and to him it felt like angels were licking his bruised soul. Dómine Deus, Agnus Dei, Fílius Patris, His mind skipped hither qui tollis peccáta mundi, miserére nobis; and tither qui tollis peccáta mundi, súscipe deprecatiónem nostram. until it came to review the events of the past few months. Qui sedes ad déxteram Patris, miserére nobis. The conversations, some would have called them fights, with Ferdinand Olfactor, his boss, Quóniam tu solus Sanctus, tu solus Dóminus, tu solus Altíssimus, his lab, the horrible death of his assistant Veera von Virlue Iesu Christe, cum Sancto Spíritu: in glória Dei Patris. Amen. and his crowning achievement, LUPO the metallic werewolf. He fell into a fitful sleep from which he only awoke when the priest gently shook his shoulder “Son, son, wake up son, we want to close. … The crime in this area… you know?”

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