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Outlaw Cloaks #8

This didn’t go unnoticed. Wing kept glancing down, trying to keep track of how much it grew. Finally, he figured it grew about 1 inch for every 10 yards. However, what puzzled him more was what was causing this spark of energy.
After pondering that for awhile, another question materialized within his brain. Without thinking twice about it, he blurted it out.
“Hey, dude, all I know you as is Yellow guy. What’s your real name?”
”...Zevon.”
“Zevon? Are you serious? Man, that’s weird,”Wing taunted.
Instead of getting mad, Zevon simply said,”Yupp.”
“You’re a pretty weird guy Zevon.”
“Yupp”
“So what are you doing in The Spectrum?”
“Living.”
“How come you always speak in riddles?”
“How comes you lack the intelligence to interpret what I say?”
“Because I don’t know anything about The Spectrum!”
“Yes you do! You just choose not to look at it!”

Things became silent. They walked for what seemed like hours, and finally they finally arrived, a huge golden door towering before them.

“Well, go in.”

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