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| Oh pops! It was wonderful. *Burp* I can still taste the BBQ sauce. | |
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| Ah, my bloated bag of festering cock millk, your first date. Of course it was nothing like that with your mother and I. | |
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| She a beautiful Japanese school girl - I was just a strapping young tentacle monster in the forbidden swamp. It was surely fate that brought us together, but it was my tentacles that ripped her apart. | |
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| *Sniff*
Oh pops, that's story's so romantic it always makes me cry. | |
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| SILENCE! Grovelling tumour of quivering effluence, or I'll cut you to bloody ribbons with razor sharp claws like I did your mothers parents! | |
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