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So are we done? YOu WOuLD LOVE THAT. WOuLDN'T YOu. Nah. I'm fine with doing more if you want. HOW CONVENIENT IT WOuLD BE FOR YOu. IF WE STOPPED PLAYING MY GAME. AND LET MY SISTER OFF THE HOOK. Do you want me to pretend I don't want to play? Like, is that part of the kink for you? Kind of a roleplaying thing? SHuT THE FuCK uP. "No, no, please. Don't make me draw any more pics of my friends snuggling and stuff." Strider said, having spent the better part of the night gnawing through his duct tape gag. LOOK AT THESE PATHETIC STALLING TACTICS. AS IF I DON'T KNOW AN ATTEMPT TO DERAIL ONE OF MY DIABOLICAL GAMES. WHEN I SEE ONE. That's good. Keep saying things like that. I'll keep doing my part. "Somebody save me from this LIVING NIGHTMARE. The things he has made me DO." MAYBE YOuR IRREVERENCE FOR MY GAME. STEMS FROM THE FACT THAT YOu DON'T GIVE A FLYING FuCK ABOuT MY IDIOT SISTER? HA. LIKE I COuLD EVEN BLAME YOu. WHAT A CLOYING WINDBAG SHREW. SHE IS WORTHLESS TO EVERYBODY. I THINK YOu THINK SO TOO. YOu KNOW. YOu'RE AN ALRIGHT GuY. FOR A MONSTROuS FuCKuP LEAGuES BENEATH ME IN EVERY WAY THAT EXISTS. DIRK I WANT TO PLAY A GAME. Do you now. THOuGH YOu MAY NOT CARE ABOuT MY SISTER'S LIFE. THERE IS SOMETHING WHICH MAY MOTIVATE YOu TO KEEP PLAYING. AND THAT IS. CuRIOSITY. How so? AHAHAHA! YOu SEE!!! THAT RIGHT THERE. YOu ASKED A QuESTION. ASKING SHIT IS WHAT BEING CuRIOuS MEANS. I FuCKING WIN ALREADY. YOu TRASH. Damn. Owned. BuT THAT'S WHAT YOu DO WHEN YOu HAVE A SHITTY TWIST ENDING. PLANNED AT THE END OF ALL YOuR GAMES. SEE. THIS GAME HAS A TWIST. IT IS TWISTED LIKE A LITTLE CANDY SWIRL. THAT IS A KISS ON YOuR FACE FROM AN ANGEL. WHILE YOu MAKE A FuCKING FOOL OF YOuRSELF IN YOuR SLEEP. I know what a twist is. Or I did, until you kept saying stupid shit that doesn't mean anything. EXACTLY. IF YOu WANT TO KNOW MY SHITTY TWIST. YOu HAVE TO KEEP PLAYING MY GAME. Well, not only was I pretty psyched to keep playing regardless. I'd rather do just about anything than listen to you ramble on and on about your horseshit twists. VERY GOOD. THE LECHEROuS AMuSEMENTS. THEY WILL NOW INVOLVE. THE BOTH JANE AND ROXY HuMANS. Cool. AW YES. DOuBLE THE TASTY BITCHES. GETTING A LITTLE... MAAAuDLIN TOGETHER. Uh. Ok. THEY ARE IN THE MOOD FOR. SWEETS. JuST LIKE ME. I LIKE CANDY. DO YOu LIKE CANDY. DIRK. I guess. WHAT ABOuT. COTTON CANDY. I never tried it. This shithole planet doesn't have any. IT IS SOOO. FLuFFY. AND MELTS IN YOuR MOuTH. BLuE AND PINK. GET BETWEEN MY JAWS. POOFY FLuFFY COTTON CANDY. LET ME DISSOLVE YOu. THAT IS WHAT I CALL THIS PAIRING. OF NASTY PREMIuM BITCHES. You know, considering you're obviously just going to ask for more ultra-tame shit, you still somehow made this legitimately creepy. Nicely done, I guess? AH YES. HOW YOu SQuIRM NOW. I'm not squirming. LIKE BuLLFuCK YOu AREN'T. NOW DRAW. I'm already drawing. What should I make these "premium bitches" do?
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