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Look up in the sky. It's a bird, it's a horrible mutation between a pig and some sort of flying apparatus. No, it's lookout boy. Following his own brand of paranoid justice. Twitching from left to right at the slightest noise from a wandering passerby or random sounds from nothing more than the sounds of footsteps orginiating from inside his brain. Under the direction of Oryx and barely escaping from a phantom jogger and a curious tourgroup keeping Malice unseen from wandering eyes of human and canine alike, her glorius nekedness will be safe from the public eye of onlookers and city workers for another day!...For now...(dom, dom, dommmmm)...I need sleep.