Septiva put her sword away, staring at the figure on the floor. “We could stuff him in the refrigerator.”
Bolin seemed to contemplate it for a moment, looking at the black Kenmore appliance, then to their victim. “Look at him. He won’t fit.”
Nudging him with the foot of her boot, Septiva reached beneath her cape, pulling out something that looked like a turkey slicer.“We can just scrunch him up some. Or hack off some limbs.”
“Don’t be grotesque.”
“He’s dead. He won’t notice.”
“I just think… shoving people in refrigerators for the hero to find sends the wrong message.”
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