The story thus far...

Chris looked around nervously. His hair was wet from the rain, and one of his shoelaces was untied. He quickly surveyed the building he had just entered. Though the light was dim, he could make out a small table and two weather-beaten chairs. A beautiful woman with long, black hair sat facing him as he walked in. "The Lizard king wants you scrotum on a plate" she said to him. "And aren't you the Lizard King, post-op, my dear?", said Chris, licking his lips sensually.

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