Alright Tori, I know that you're new here, but I need to train you in the art of combat. Why are you in charge? Because I'm the most powerful. She looks you in the eyes. And the weakest... Excuse me? One sec. She removes her boots. Now I can win easily. While you're distracted by her feet, she sends forth an army of skeletons, zombies, ghosts, and Emily's destroyed animal robots? Wait, you can do robots too? Well they are technically dead. Her army stands in formation awaiting their next order. Bow down and kiss my feet and I'll tell them not to destroy you. Ooh... fine... You bow down and kiss her feet. Excellent! Army, dismiss. They all return to their graves. Her powers are Apocalypse level at least, scary... Now Lexi, I want you to...
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