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Slurp #7 - 50 Shades of Slurp

<< Sitting before you is not a man, but merely a cracked shell, A shell of the lightest pastels to the darkest hues, Housing burning reds, spirited greens and muted blues, with no motive, reason, or rational behind his ways, Except to desaturate worlds and leave completely unphased, do not be amazed, for Colour Bandits have no morals these days. >>