Vim sat - cradling his mom (who he lived with) as she had dropped to her knees, screaming hysterically at the sight of the bullet-riddled front of their home. His LUNC was beside them, but barring the aesthetics of the house, they were no more worse for wear.
Vim Cobolgove (son)
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