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Ain't Nothing Like Gumbo
by Xadith
Creed snarled, looking over the small jars of ingredients and spices. He couldn't decide what to make. The choice was hard but in the end he went with his first impulse. The large axe lifted, swung down with a gruesome gush of blood and snap of bone. The metallic smell tainted the air as he threw the severed limb into the large black pot and added a bit of basal. Dark eyes fell on the bound Logan's horrified face and he grinned as he nudged Remy's long dead corpse. "Ain't nothin' like Gumbo. Right Runt?"
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