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Eh? No. You’ll just suck the blood off, leech-lookin’ broad. Then what am I left with? A buncha sand! Sand’s only useful when it’s blood-stained! What am I gonna do with a pile of sand that ain’t blood-stained!? https://t.co/fquuJr95gr
DID YOU SAY BLOOD-STAIND SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!?!?!?
I’ll be taking all that thank you https://t.co/MdybZmHRSi
>punk seemed to find something to grin about in that.
“That reason enough for you? Or do you have a ‘better’ idea?”
>cyborg ninja who was clearly ready for a clash by now.
“There ain’t many reasons for a guy to be here right now, though.” The smug grin faded into something of a sneer. “You’re after the dirtbag who owns those robots too, ain’t ya? I’m not a fan of sharing…”
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“Eh?”
“Don’t. I literally don’t care if you live or die. Huh. That said, betrayal in your eyes would be neat to see if I ever get strong enough to put you in your place. Know what? Yeah, trust me all you want!” https://t.co/NIKlDjBdHf
Look at that guy.
Tell me his vest doesn’t look like carrots. https://t.co/hy00xryhTM
Tch. This fit’s better. Orange lining is just fruity.
Not even talking gay, that hair vest combo looks like apples and oranges and now I’m fuckin’ hungry.
Look I know that this roastfest is basically everything I ever dreamed of since I saw both of your fits…
But holy shit, the only reason I can tell you two apart is because you’re shorter than her and she’s dumber than you, and it is hilARIOUS! https://t.co/MGXoDX81Hg
@ActorsAnteroom >in my way. So drink your fill and buzz off.”
Carmine turned back and continued walking the way he had been initially, going off to do whatever passed his time.
@ActorsAnteroom >before she got a response.
“…uhh. Okay? The hell are you telling me for, dumbass, you think I have some grand test for ya?”
The profoundness of the moment was completely lost on Carmine Prime, perhaps for the better.
“Not my business what ya do with yourself unless you get->