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After the commercial break, Dr. Feral runs into an old partner in metallic distension...
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| Hello tack. I heard that you enjoy digging into the butt crevices of androids, if you're interested in joining me perhaps we could set a trap and catch us some fine mechanical crack! | |
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| Sure thing! I may look wholesome and good, but underneath this outfit of conformity and normalcy lies the second son of satan's ****! | |
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Could the prince of darkness herself ever create so horrific a duo of homo-robotic malevolence?!?!
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| Good to hear, now let's get nasty with some able automaton anus! | |
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| ok. But quit it with the pseudo-aliteratives or I'll breathe fire into your cum crusted crotch. | |
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Dingle and Paint find themselves at a dead end... But wait! The viewer is in for a surprise!
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| I told you! Dr. Feral ****s first and asks questions later. He wouldn't wait around to make sweet talk with all of these pansy ass robots. He's probably already long gone DESPITE what you promised! | |
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| Uh. Dingle always blames me! I wish Dr. Feral would just DIE so Dingle and I could go back to Human city and make hot ass love... | |
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