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Dimple let out a wet, wheezing laugh. "It was hideous, kid. Absolute trash."
"You look ridiculous, Dimple," Shigeo said, his voice barely a whisper.
By the time the dust settled, the golden armor was cracked. Dimple stood shivering in his true, small, green form. The God-complex had evaporated, leaving behind only the spirit who had spent years eating ramen leftovers and giving terrible advice.