[Erol is engaged in testing the balances of his knives. More than one punching bag has been sliced to ribbons, the fluff or styrofoam stuffing they held spilling across the floor or hanging in ribbons.
He turns, the movement distinctly snakelike, and regards her coolly.]
You must be the cat-girl.
I'm Commander Erol. Welcome to the motherfucking Hellboat.
[Slash. The unfortunate punching bag falls to it's doom.]
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He turns, the movement distinctly snakelike, and regards her coolly.]
You must be the cat-girl.
I'm Commander Erol. Welcome to the motherfucking Hellboat.
[Slash. The unfortunate punching bag falls to it's doom.]