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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 cock! | |
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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 fucks 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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