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// Spike's left knee started talking? 
// Story: What If... 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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“MORTAL VESSEL,” Spike’s left knee boomed, “YOUR LORD DEMANDS SUSTENANCE.”

"What the heck? No." Spike shook his leg, setting down his comic book. It was always annoying whenever parts of his body got possessed by demonic entities. Just a part of life when you have the power to wipe out everything that exists around you, I suppose.

"FOOL! I DESIRE NUTRIENTS TO BUILD A STRONG ANE HEALTHY KNEE, LEST THINE SKELETONS IN THY CURSED CLOSET ATTEMPT TO SNATCH AWAY OUR KNEECAPS."

"What."

"CALCIUM REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--" a skeleton shrieked, bursting out of the closet and stealing Spike's kneecaps. At least his left knee wasn't talking anymore.

Spike yawned, picking up his comic and continuing to read.