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[at this point, even his closest friends would have no idea what archer is going on about... those connections his brain makes don't always make sense in polite company. or demonic, in this case.

then the kids get in and start shuffling towards the kitchen and for a moment archer actually pales, looking away as his dickish front falls away for a split second to actually be appropriately horrified by seeing a horrifyingly accurate tableau of the kids that didn't make it. he backs up, then immediately grabs a stool from the table and throws it into their path.]

Never liked this place anyway. Back door!