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"Wow! I never thought I could become such a powerful magic weapon! This is all a dream come true for a humble country girl like me!"
Suddenly, as the shovel evolved, a voice echoed from somewhere.
"Huh? Who did just talked now?" Rita wondered.
"It sounded like a bratty girl." Said Mark.
"Hey! Who are you calling bratty girl you city boy? Want me to slam those ass cheeks of you with my tip or something? Well not like I would mind!"
The voice only continued to get more bratty and increasingly horny.
"Hey! It's me! Come on, I am talking RIGHT HERE." The Shovel suddenly began shining brightly.
"I-I can't believe you're talking." I sighed. "Not even in Arcadia this happened…"
