There was little more than a fleeting blur in front of her eyes as the teeth enveloped their prey. Perfect flashes of azure, vermillion, and mauve fought for primacy in the beholder's eye, as he tugged and tore at that old problem. That nagging, age old problem, that had at one and the same time vexed and intoxicated him for years.
"There... About flipping time!"
Sempronius' comb settled gently in the tuft of his forelocks as he brushed the last of his hair aside.
"I look beautiful." The purring could be heard for miles...
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