Cloud of Death

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OH MY GOD! IT'S THE CLOUD OF DEATH!

HEY! RELAX! I'VE BEEN BLOWN OUT OF PROPORTION

HEY! THAT'S FUNNY! YOU'RE A CLOUD...

UM, YEAH- I DIDN'T ACTUALLY MEAN...

HEY CLOUD! ANY CHANCE OF A 'BLOW JOB? HA HAAAA!

3

OOH!

OR WOULD THAT 'BLOW

OKAY,

THAT'S

DON'T

YOUR COVER? ENOUGH

'BLOW'

YOUR

COOL!

...AND YOU'VE BEEN BLOWN!'

AGAAGH!

SHIIIIT. I HAVE TO STOP DOING

THAT

Alt text

Death becomes a gas at 220 degrees Kelvin

Tooltip

The wind of change pushes the cloud of death over the mountains of madness, precipitating the rain of nothing bad.