[Remember those locked doors that no amount of warp-striking could break down? Well, on Monday morning, they slide open.
And the man who walks through is wearing a sharp dark purple suit - purple being the color of perfect neutrality, after all. He folds his arms behind his back in a more relaxed form of parade rest.]
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And the man who walks through is wearing a sharp dark purple suit - purple being the color of perfect neutrality, after all. He folds his arms behind his back in a more relaxed form of parade rest.]
Good morning, Champions.
[...someone hold Church back.]