Goth Giant

The pain in his soul is only equal to the pain in your <forehead> after he kicks it. Ouch! Ow! Ugh! Argh! Oof! Ow!

The dark rain of depression weighs him down -- almost as much as the smack weighs you down when he lays it on you. Ooh! Ugh! Oof! Eek! Ugh! Ow!

He pops a pimple and buries you under a mountain of pus. Ewww. Ouch! Eek! Oof! Ugh! {[element|sleaze}}

The pain in his soul is too great for him to even contemplate hitting you.

The pain of depression weighs him down too much for him to contemplate hitting you.

The miasma of his rainy soul impedes his desire to hit you.

He pops a pimple, but you dodge the geyser of pus.

You gain 124−183 Meat (average: 151.7, stdev: 12.9)*

You acquire 29.0% chance awful poetry journals

You acquire 29.2% chance thin black candles

You acquire 28.6% chance Warm Subject gift certificates

You gain 26 <substat>.

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Occurs at The Castle in the Clouds in the Sky.