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    “You just made a huge mistake, asshole!” Tyler yelled. Then he frowned and scanned one of the screens, leaning forward to jab at a couple of keys. His expression changed briefly to one of utter bewilderment as he checked the data.
    “He designed his own security system,” said Seb2. “It’s probably the best I’ve ever seen. As far as he’s concerned, you’re not here. It’s physically impossible. He was looking for traces of carbon dioxide from your breath, as well as a heat signature from your body. He found nothing. Now he’s going to start thinking he just imagined it. Time to convince him otherwise.”
    Stepping close to the closed door, Seb opened his mouth. His chest was now fifty-two inches wide, and his internal organs had been shifted to the sides in order to produce a resonant chamber bigger than any human in history. The result, when he spoke, was so deep, rich and loud, it made Darth Vader sound like Mickey Mouse in comparison.
    “Ty…ler,” said Seb, his voice rumbling like the idling engine of a monster truck. Behind the door, Tyler let out an involuntary shriek and backed hurriedly all the way into the corner.
    “I’ll shoot!” he screamed, his voice cracking with fear. “I mean it! You’re gonna die unless you leave. Right now!”
    Seb was silent for a count of ten. Just long enough for Tyler to start to believe his threats may have had the desired effect. Just long enough for his heart rate to stop climbing. Just long enough for him to start breathing again. Then Seb threw the door open so hard it flew off its hinges, ducked under the doorframe, took two quick paces into the room, and drew himself up to his full height.  
    Tyler Gray was an intelligent man. He may have directed this intelligence in a direction that benefitted only himself, but there was no denying his capacity for solid, rational thought. To his credit, when faced with a creature seemingly straight out of his worst nightmares, he didn’t collapse immediately. Logic told him this was some kind of trick, his security system—impossible as it seemed—had been beaten, and the creature now dripping blood onto his Persian rug was, undoubtedly, human. So, bullets would put an end to it. Consequently, he emptied ten rounds into the clown, all of them into his chest.
    “Good shooting,” thought Seb as the wounds closed, cauterized and disappeared. The fact that his heart, lungs and spleen were currently out of harm’s way meant there was little damage to repair.
    “He has some skill, certainly,” said Seb2.  
    Seb stepped forward again. He was two feet away from the cowering young man, who, after looking at his gun in disbelief, was now sliding down the wall and beginning to cry. Seb opened his mouth as wide as it would go—which was horribly wide—and roared in Tyler’s face. He roared for a full half-minute. As he did so, flecks of blood and tiny pieces of flesh from his ruined tongue hit Tyler on the forehead, cheeks, lips and eyes, until the sobbing man’s view of the clown was momentarily obscured by a film of red. He blinked frantically, rubbed it away and moaned. The clown was still there. This was really happening.
    “I COME FROM IN THERE,” said Seb, pointing at the nearest screen. The bass profundo effect of his new voice was so pronounced that the beer bottle and car keys on the desk rattled and moved as he spoke.
    Tyler’s mouth opened and closed a few times but no sound emerged.
    “I’VE BEEN WATCHING YOU, TYLER. YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME IN MY DOMAIN.”
    “Wha-? Wh-?” Tyler swallowed and managed a single word. “Where?”
    Seb leaned forward even closer and smiled. Tyler whimpered and quietly soiled himself.
    “IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL COME FOR YOU, TYLER GRAY.”
    Seb turned toward the desk. He lifted a giant foot, complete with a blood-caked clown shoe about twenty-five inches long, and stepped directly into the nearest computer screen. Tyler watched, sobbing as the impossible