“Here’s To You, Mrs. Robinson” – Pg. 19
Mar11
Aaand, now we’re all caught up.
Alan, you naughty fucker. Making Ship sit outside and watch, when you KNOW her kind thrives on tantric energy. Bastard. Lady S. throws down a flag on the play and asks Ship to come in out of the cold. I’m sure nothing could possibly go wrong from here. *distant breaking sound*
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~Mace
is there a doctor in the house?