Still got all his hair, probably still liable to murder me, and-
[ As if on cue, there's a terrible crack. Trevor only knows that the castle's moving is like from centuries-old accounts of it, how it occupies a space and forces what was there before out of it. He doesn't really have that to complain it to. The building cracks, then parts of it begin to break off loudly and violently, sending stone and wood and metalwork smashing into the ground around them and missing the two of them and the car by chance alone, revealing-
-the same building, underneath it, somehow occupying the exact same space and forcing the old one out of it. The house of justice. ]
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[ As if on cue, there's a terrible crack. Trevor only knows that the castle's moving is like from centuries-old accounts of it, how it occupies a space and forces what was there before out of it. He doesn't really have that to complain it to. The building cracks, then parts of it begin to break off loudly and violently, sending stone and wood and metalwork smashing into the ground around them and missing the two of them and the car by chance alone, revealing-
-the same building, underneath it, somehow occupying the exact same space and forcing the old one out of it. The house of justice. ]
-and shit, get the gun.