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| Well, this is the day. We must gear up our death ray machine. | |
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| Oh but Millie, just five more minutes in bed? I did not think I covered your genitals in enough of my fertilized ovulation, which continually spills out from my insect crotch-hole. | |
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| Sanderson, darling, I need my energy for todays assignment. You have no idea how hard that lever is to pull, and then pushing that button afterwards: quite a task! | |
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| Millie, my love, you have no idea how hard it is to live without tasting the juice of your loins, all the while knowing that I am coating you in body substances of my own. | |
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| Look at it, Sanderson, pretty soon it will be all ours to defile with reproductive substances as we see fit. | |
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| Millie Augustus Cussing, I'm starting to feel so distant from you... | |
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