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| Doooogoooooaaat... I juuuusssst sliiiipped iiinn the molaaaasssess aannd aaalmooost drooowwwnned~ | |
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| Oh my God, are you okay?? You want me to go get Old Man Fryer? | |
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| Iiit is... seeeeping into mmmy pooores... claaaiiiming mmme as its viiictiiim... Pllleeeasse.. Liiiick mmeee baaack to mortaaaalityyyyy~ | |
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| I dooon't waaant to soound gaaayy or nooothin'... buut I thiiink there's a whooole buunch in my buuuttcraack~ | |
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| Well, if it hardens, 'least I won't have to worry about you playing with my horns while I'm sleeping anymore... | |
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