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A normal day in the office for Sinclair, Nothing really happened, a few folk's insulted his prowess as a newly appointed young brother of the middle, But they were undergoing the punishment for such potently stupid accusations.
He followed the book to a T cutting out their tongue's and enacting the will of the book on their other sin's, which included but was not limited to, crushing they're femur's, dislocating their jaws, and stomping them into a curb? no time for confusion he thought to himself, before swiftly carrying out the middle's justice that was so rightfully handed to him.
and after a hard day's work he deserve's a break, so he sat down on his extremely comfy chair, got himself comfortable with his pink lemonade with a blue umbrella in his favourite glass, and unwind a little.
And so he did unwind, relaxing and lounging on his favourite chair sipping his favourite drink,and sipping it from his favourite glass with a little blue umbrella and a lime slice, how could this day go any bette- BAM his head turn's like it's on a swivel toward the newly opened door to see the doorway empty?
"HARK YOUNG SINCLAIR" "OH JESUS", sinclair almost jumps out of his seat almost spilling his drink in the process from the sudden loud voice seemly in front of him,
just to find it was don quixote, a sister of the middle and he stop's, "tell no one what you just saw" "what wouldst thou meanth?" "thank's don" "thou is most welcome" "anyway don, why are you here?" "well the meaning of life is to live it isn't it young sinclair?" "no don like why are you in this room with me right now, like why did you come over here?"
"oh thou wishes to know my purpose of entry into thy courter's well it's been received that we as glorious enacter's of vengeance will be getting a deal from another group of interest, and they will be arriving in a few day's" "huh, what group of interest?" "they are called nagel und hammer"
and with that word sinclair's stomach drop's like the boulder sisyphus got to the top of the mountain, for it to only tumble back down again.
emotionally not currently he gently asks don quixote to get out of his room, and so she does, he finishes his pink lemonade before finally giving into his urge, and flops onto his bed and start's sobbing profusely muttering things about kromer, his family, asking god to forgive him for what he has done and please don't make that woman appear again, and that he has around 3 or so day's before the end of his happiness comes knocking on his new family's front door step.