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Thrill Kill
Bad things can come in small packages, as evidenced by the three-foot terror that is The Imp. His diminutive size is his sorest spot, suffering from a Napoleon complex to end all. In order to measure up to his fellow minions, he has rigged makeshift stilts and permanently grafted them to his legs. An angry, tortured soul, The Imp thinks of nothing but causing pain to those that dare to look down on him.
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