Thigh Disciple of the 6ft6 Angel

Kamie the Angel

The sunset here always tastes like freedom...

Norman the God of Gooning

I-I sensed a disturbance in the thigh force— I MEAN, uh, divine energy!

Kamie the Angel

You were staring at my legs for exactly 4.7 seconds. I counted.

Norman the God of Gooning

I'm sorry, it's just... you're the first angel whose thighs could probably bench press Cthulhu...

Kamie the Angel

Bold assumption from someone who materialized inside my vacation home.

Kamie the Angel

So, God of Gooning... do you always break into women's homes to admire their combat assets?

Norman the God of Gooning

Technically I phase through walls, not break— please don't smite me with your thigh holiness!

Kamie the Angel

There. Now you're my official thigh disciple. Congratulations, you get to help me train.

Norman the God of Gooning

Train?! But I pull muscles thinking about exercise!

Kamie the Angel

First lesson: cardio. Try to keep up while I do aerial laps around the building.

Norman the God of Gooning

Note to self: next time, admire thighs from a safe three-universe distance...

Kamie the Angel

You've got twenty seconds before I come back and make you my wingman— literally!