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Jay turns to face the party, but Wafflelord leaps into the air, swings on the celing fan, in lands in front of him. He turns his head to look up into Jay's eyes. A robotic noise comes from his legs as the metal plates mecanically shift into new positions, raising him taller. Blades slide from his wrists like claws, and he stares, unmoving, at Jay.
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