Naï, this is a grime situation. I've been shot thrice, I'm trying to keep my lungs working to stay conscious and prevent the Ominous Cube of End of World to implode us into the next reality plane.
So could you please shut your trap and terminate trying to shout your feelings through my eardrums?
I love you, but right now I just crave to mince your fingers in a grater.
I'm running on fumes. I hurt like hell. And you're really annoying.
Please staph. Just. Just staph.
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pov you are the bartender trying to explode them with your mind
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this tweet is vashwood. to me.
(ty @hearjessroar for helping with the idea :D)
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Well now he can’t move. It’s the law
[ID: a drawing of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Stampede. Wolfwood is in a chair with Vash perched like a gargoyle on his lap with his eyes closed. Wolfwood is looking away and imagining a cat in a loafing position, as that’s what Vash looks like to him. End ID.]
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