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"I'm beginning to regret this. I hate talking weapons! It's the worst trope ever! Please take away the Ego!" Frank asked me.
"Once the Ego is set it cannot be undone." I said. "So you're stuck with your little friend, don't worry I think he likes you!"
"GYAHAHAH! You damn little brat you wanted to get rid of me?! You're stuck with me FOREVER now!" Laughed Gram. "And my first command is to bring me blood! I want blood! Give me blood! Delicious, sweet bloo-"
Frank quickly stored Gram inside his Inventory for now.
"Sigh… He's insane. I hate it!" Frank cried.
"Well… Blame it to yourself. I told you there can be side effects when giving Egos to already very powerful weapons. The personalities they get might be… overbearing." I sighed, glancing back at Black.
"Huh? What are you looking at? I am not like that idiot at all!" Said Black angrily.
