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[Evil Fear has had a good day. He's married to the love of his life, the wedding went as smoothly as expected-- what could go wrong?]

[... Well, upon entering his room with LB some time later, the first thing he notices are cat hairs all over the place. Obviously shocked that someone found their way to his room, Fear does a quick search of the room to make sure nothing is missing.]

... Son of a--!

[His bolts. His bolts are missing. Someone stole his goddamn bolts!]

[Well, damn. Furious, Evil Fear picks up his suit, searching for-- aha. A tracker. He should have known. He is going to be hunting down whoever did this... and he has a pretty good idea as to who did it. Pulling out his radio, he tunes into Evil Pain's frequency.]

... ... ... This is Terror. The cat has infiltrated my home. Tell the others to check their clothing before going anywhere important. I'm going to exterminate the pest.