Angel: Hey Daddy, I just realized something. Now that I h...

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Angel: Hey Daddy, I just realized something. Now that I have a shadow demon I'm probably going to have aliens with a brainwashing machine come after me. Me: You may want to be careful about that. 20 seconds later from my computer room. Angel: Hey Shadow Demon. I think aliens will be coming after me. I don't want to be brainwashed. So if you help me keep the aliens away, I won't hit you with my sword. Moment later. Angel: Daddy, I don't think the Shadow Demon likes me. Me: Well you have been hitting it with your sword a lot. Angel: Yeah, that makes sense. I'm sensing a interesting book series here.

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