“We really… really hate you.” Ssally. Ssally says this seven times a day.
She sits in the corner, looking at the walrus tusk put there by Grankpa and Umpklo after the big HWar.
afraid the demon scat lay scatter. Ssally, wishful. she doesn’t like them.
sliding across the floor on her inverted pussy, leaving a trail of scum.
he’s Froille. The merr-goose. Lay there quiet dead, eyes.
Rectology. Recto-joy.
Sweet cushion reality.
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