Excel Saga Vol 8 TP

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Good morning, angels of death! The elegant Elgala is here, to make three the-what's the opposite of slite? — strike force serving ACROSS. But Lord Il Palazzo's name ain't Charlie, and this spiral-sideburned siren ain't here to provide a moderating force between Excel and Hyatt. In fact her drilly tresses are an augur of bad tidings, and before they know it the trio are screwed-phrasing carefully crafted to restrain our laughter, for homelessness isn't funny. Except when it happens to the youth of Excel Saga, in which case it's a laugh riot! Fire and water don't mix, and that burning sensation you feel is the flame rising from the apartment where so many good times were shared. The guys, robots, and Ms. Matsuya can crash at their office; but when you work for ACROSS and your office is a half-flooded basement studio (1BA, 1THRN) you'll be getting your beauty rest under corrugated cardboard. Surrounded by large, undriedly dogs in the city park, it's a good thing they've still got their uncooked hot pocket cute little puppy Mince with them. Wait-what's she supposed to do?