Carlos blinked at the airplane. He picked it up and looked it over before carefully unfolding it.
Tag: Anonymous
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Send βπβ to throw a hamburger at my muse Β Β Β Β Β
WHO THE HELLL ACTIVATED THE
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“Theyβre totally checking you out right now” -lovecomputerlovecomputer
βWhat? Who? Who is? Wait, how do you know theyβre, uh… βchecking me outβ?β
As Carlos is chained in the cellar, where I practice taking off all of my bras with my teeth, tongue, and sometimes my third nipple, all I can do is provide comfort and entertainment for my poor sad friend.
Did you miss me? ( Ν‘Β° ΝΚ Ν‘Β°) I missed all three of you.
*claps hands over chest*
( Ν‘Β° ΝΚ Ν‘Β°) One of these days those melons will be mine, good sir.
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I think what anon put in your pocket is in your breast pocket. I’ll check for you.
*Slaps that hand* Stay away from my totally-not-writing-utensils!
The Perfect Scientist 