Fifteen (Deus Ex Machina)
Now under fifteen feet of bacon, Vulvacia realized something. She could be her own Deus ex Machina. She began humming Benny and the Jets and the bacon began to melt into pure baconite. The salt dealer’s eyes widened as Vulvacia revealed what would be her ultimate form, at least up until this point.
Her gauntlets reflected the gray Hoboken Sky and pierced into the salt dealer’s soul. Shaking violently, the dealer tried to call down a different meat but nothing happened. Suddenly the dealer felt a bead of sweat on her forehead. And the she was The Dead.
Vulvacia let out a hearty sigh. It had been a close one. Who could have set this trap?