Do not under any circumstances shoot this woman. It's not her fault she's crazy.
Instead, ease her into a less fragile state of mind through the power of dance.
+1 While meowing
Yesh~ +1~
+1
No one can overturn this cource of action anymore.
+1 This is just... well I don't know. The game is insane; there is no turning back.
+1
How did we even get on this course of action?
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I put my hands to her hips, pulling her close as I gaze creepily into her eyes. She goes silent, as we begin to dance the Black Cat Shuffle. I might have made that up. Amnesia~
We shuffle across the room, for minutes if not hours on end. Alright, just a few minutes. We dance close, staring into each others eyes for just a few minutes.
Then the door finally breaks down, all the damage to it finally taking effect. Standing in the now broken doorway was a blond maid, wearing the same uniform as the purple headed maid. She had a black eye patch with the words "Maid" printed on it in comic sans, and a Remington 31 on her back. She was standing there intently, tapping her foot to the beat. Once she sees that you saw her, she jumps up, pretending that never happened.
She enters the room with her shotgun drawn in one hand. More maids follow her, generic mooks with submachine guns, Uzis and Skorpions and Tec-9s and Berrettas, all apparently vampires. There are about a dozen maids in total, all armed and pointing their weapons at you.
"So, I didn't do a good enough job putting you down last time, did I? Time to end this, here and now."