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After the death of Bob Velseb, the Cult began discussing what they should do about the situation.
“So, what’s our plan regarding the incident involving Bob?” Cultist 1 asked, concern etched on their face.
“Should we simply find another murderer, or perhaps we should consider using someone who’s less well-known?” Cultist 2 suggested, contemplating the possibilities.
The Cultists gathered around, their voices hushed in the dimly lit room. They knew that their actions had to be careful and calculated. The last thing they wanted was to attract unwanted attention and risk exposure.
“Let’s avoid attracting unnecessary attention,” Cultist 2 continued. “We should find someone who’s not that famous, someone who won’t raise suspicion.”
Nods of agreement followed this suggestion. They knew they had to be cautious in their choice. The Cult had always operated in the shadows, hidden from the prying eyes of the outside world. The loss of Bob Velseb was a blow, but they were determined to carry on their clandestine activities.
But just as they were about to give up, a voice broke through the tense atmosphere.
“Hey mom, can Pump come for a play date?”
The Cult froze, their eyes widening in recognition. Pump—a name they had heard before, whispered through the eyes of the universe. Could this be the one they had been searching for, their new pawn in their secret endeavors?