That's no fun.
wilful looked around in dismay, and tried to stop himself from acting like a little bitch about the way his shitty story time thread had become. he had been shamed off of the forum twice, and attempted to shrug it off. it was most likely his cutting and witty responses like 'i hope you will never be able to log into your account/i hope your computer crashes' that had made him a target.
Edvard led his rogue film crew parading as exorcists up the stairs to the story kings room. The giraffe immediately poked his head through the ceiling and went to work on the cat hiding there, licking that little pussy soaking wet. The kickboxer turned priest pulled the mother aside warning her "This is extremely dangerous for any bystanders watching, as the demons will seek to penetrate anyone within reach. Do you mind if I cleanse you first of any impure thoughts, hidden desires, or fantasies you have about defrocking priests? Who can't get laid any other way?" Meanwhile the sex therapist was already on to wilful and his passive aggressive games starting story threads. "I want you to conjure up each of your sick demonic friends who think they are sexier or hotter than me. And i will seriously fuck them up. No one survives a round of therapy with me without surrendering to me like a pussy and begging for my invisible cock. Or choking to death on a used sock, like the one you hide beneath your pillow. Next to your third place cub scout derby medal. We both know what you did to earn that. Time for me to straighten you out."