"No! I can't feel my waist anymore!"
The wails went on and on, but to the newborn, they were proof of her father's boundless love for her. The being named Orleans Chicken Wing hugged her sole Creator even tighter.
"Crack!" (;Д`)
With a sharp snap, the laboratory's reinforced door—sturdy enough to withstand a Titan's Lance barrage—buckled under the pressure. Our great Lord of Blacklight was crushed in half on the spot and slammed to the ground with a splat. His intestines and organs spilled everywhere, radiating intense blue light.
Watching Hogg crawl across the floor, trying to stuff his intestines back inside, Orleans Chicken Wing's eyes glowed green. She put her specially preserved 512 GB of intelligence to work and reached a startling conclusion:
"I have two fathers now!"
At a critical moment, there was nothing like family. Seeing their good brother split in two, the three Angels hurried over to lend Hogg a hand. They scooped up his organs and stuffed them into his belly, while Dorn somehow produced a shovel and gathered up the bits of Hogg that had spilled onto the floor.
All this happened right before Orleans Chicken Wing's eyes. Bathed in Hogg's blood, she thought hard, her fingers unconsciously rising to the side of her nose. But her 512 GB of memory processed things too slowly. It took a full half-minute before she suddenly sprang up and charged toward the roll of duct tape in the distance.
A newborn calf might not fear a tiger, but Orleans Chicken Wing was far too fearless. As far as she was concerned, since Hogg had split in two, all she had to do was grab some tape and stick him back together. Ignoring everything around her, she stepped right on Hogg's head and crushed it, splattering brains across