"Yes, I do hope you find it comfortable in here, my slave," cackled Babidi.
"I thought you were dead! Slave? What are you talking about?" 18 said.
"Ah, yes, well, actually I am communicating directly from Hell, you are in my genie bottle and I think I will find you quite useful," grinned Babidi, "As you notice, you are in Majin clad."
That explains the clothing, thought 18.
"And now you have no choice, but to do what I tell you to!"
Babidi then...
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