“So fisticuffs or a giant canon? Either way, something is going to burn up on entry,” even theoretical or hyperbally, it was proving entertaining.
“I will do a double back flip up to launch myself up to that hot motherfucker and fistfuck it until I become the sun itself.” He slurped loudly his drink until the pouch completely shrinked.
“The sun is defeated.”
“Alas, now we must forever fight in the shade. Distraught, how will the moon ever glow again?” Syx fluttered his hand to his chest mornfully, “They were lovers you know.”
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