ㅤ Squint. Where's the pun in this one.
ㅤ i'm shredding you into ribbons.
jerking off and killing those filthy bloodfiends.
jerking off and killing those filthy bloodfiends.
oh, whatever. it was already hinted in the last canto. 🙄
( tightening his grip on his bat. the masculine urge to swing. ) you got a problem with never knowing when to shut yer gob.
nervous? i don't get /nervous/. * 💢
shite. there's already a lot of people.