CTHULHU DESIRES THOSE COOKIES THEY ONLY MAKE DURING DECEMBER AND SHIT THAT TASTE LIKE THE HOLDAYS.
I believe I can help you partake of these culinary delights if you would assist me in attaining my most desired wish.
CTHULHU DOES NOT SWING THAT WAY.
Nonono, you misunderstand. I wish to dance you see. The desire plagues me every night and day. Its seems as if fate itself is destined to make me a creature without dance.
god, what a faggot. I mean I knew robots were gay, but damn.
I can suck your tenetacles for a quarter. I carry a selection of visually pleasing lipsticks! please?
