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I like the oozing red in Silverfish's word balloons. You can hear the bloody phlegm in his dead voice; the thousand disparate pieces of his shattered dead soul captured in a silver net and crammed back together. Like pubic hair and soap scum and menses caught up in a shower drain and left to harden into a putrid lump.

But having the Fish attempt to relate to him was a very different experience there for Quigs than when Duane tried it last chapter.

Anyway, Sette should run.