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Copia was sitting at his desk, trying his best to avoid looking at the bloated, hellspawn of a plush on the desk next to his elbow. It was hideous, and he had almost thrown it when a ghoul had dropped it off. It was nothing like the artists rendition! The out of proportion head and almost mangled looking features made it honestly the ugliest thing he had ever seen. The grotesquely large nose... the beady eyes... it was an insult to his image! He had settled on just sitting it next to him as he got back to his piles and piles of paperwork.
After spending at least half an hour ignoring it as he worked, he sighed. His eyes had caught on the shitty little red cassock for the third time in five minutes and he grimaced, pushing his chair back after placing his pen down. He poked at it before gently picking it up, holding it in front of him by its two stubby arms. When he had first been given it, he had not properly looked at it, instead, he had banished it to lay face down on his desk while he worked. But now, he got a good look at the thing, holding it out in front of him and making a face as if it stunk.
"What in Satan's name was the design team thinking? And we are going to sell this?" Furrowing his brows, he looked a little closer, noticing the haze around the plush, looking as if it had begun to smoke. Thick curls of it seeping out of the fabric as it began heating up.
"Che cazzo..."
BOOM!!!! The ugly little fucker went up in flames, the fabric of the shitty little cassock getting torn to shreds as it exploded in The Cardinal's hands. Soot, smoke and bits of singed stuffing got strewn across the room, the remaining paperwork on his desk getting blown off and slightly singed, just like his eyebrows and moustache.
Copia sat there in shock, holding the remains of Plushia in front of him as he coughed up a cloud of soot. All that was left of the little red fuck was his stubby arm, pinched between Copia's fingers as he blinked.
"I guess even Satan hated it...." he shrugged, throwing the scrap of fabric into the trash can next to his desk and calling in a few ghouls to help him clean up the black soot coating every surface, including himself.