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Death the Kid looked at the pie in astonishment.
Eight slices of pumpkin pie sat there, eight glorious slices, and as he measured each slice, they were all the same size. He looked up with wide eyes at Liz and Patty who were watching him intently.
"This is a pie that is perfectly symmetrical!" He declared, tears in his eyes. "I AM SO UNWORTHY TO EAT SUCH A PERFECT PIE!"
Liz sighed. Somethings never changed.