Mentis had a familiar sensation in his mouth. He couldn’t quite place it. During the weekly meeting he conspicuously savored his saliva. While at his desk he became 23% less efficient than usual. Suddenly, while on break, it came to him. Evil. That was the taste of evil. The muffins that the Dalton brought to work this morning. Dalton.
Mentis suddenly remembered who he really was and what he had to do. This is what he had been brought back for. This was his mission.
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