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The wind ruffled Crowbar's hair as he stared out the open window. The city was dead, disconcertingly quiet like it had been murdered in the night. He would have stood at that window til the dawn came and the morning traffic with it. Would had stood there til the sun came to warm his cold bones, but then his crowbar whispered comfort to him in the voice of a snake, and he knew that he had had too much to drink.
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"Crowbar," Die shouted, bursting into the room. Crowbar sighed and shut his eyes cynically. He had been a spritely man once, naive and ambitious. He thought he could change the world, but now. Now, he was just a guy with a hunk of metal and a hat that looked like a fucking nacho chip. He threw it across the room in disgust.
"Whoa," Die said, stretching to catch it. Crowbar didn't see the point. This place was driving him to drink and stepping on the gas. "Crowbar," Die said, and Crowbar just sighed again. "Yeah?" Crowbar asked tiredly."Crowbar, let's make out." And then, everything went better than expected.
"Die, let's make out," Crowbar said, strutting into the bedroom. "Hell yes," Die said. He tucked his doll (carefully) into the dresser drawer and gave Crowbar a saucy wink. Crowbar was hot and bothered and secretly relieved. The last time they had a "passionate encounter," it felt like the doll was eyeing them up.
They crossed the room into each other's arms. Die knocked Crowbar's hat off in a fit of passion and not at all because the thing was pointy as hell and poked him in the eye last time. But there was trouble on the horizon.
Die pulled back and gasped, "wait, what happened to your face?" Crowbar turned to the mirror, and in its reflective surface, he could see that his face was rubbed raw. It was... felt burn.
