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"Sebastian" Anna's voice pierced his train of thought. "What the hell are you doing?" He turned around, noticing the knife in her hand. "You have bad positioning, you know." He stated. Then he looked at what he had crafted lovingly. "It's beautiful, isn't it. Stops the other children from coming in." He said. "It's our game. If I win, they leave for a week." Then his face went dark. "But if they win, they eat me. So, no game overs for me. I always win." His voice switched back to the child-like, happy tone. "They think they're better.. They call me a wetard. But I show them. Every week. I'm an intelligent retard." He smiled at his last statement. "Well, maybe not intelligent.. But I like to think so." he then started to pace, talking outloud. "The moon's not out yet, so we still have time. I shall need the Reaper." He then jogged back into the 'kitchen'.