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[The fax machine buzzes with a printout] Hello, I've recently become concerned about a potential OSHA violation. One of the crew was inquiring about access to uranium, which as a class-II material should have restricted access. The concern, however, is that there shouldn't be any uranium on the ship in the first place, but I'm still unable to verify whether or not some has made its way onto the ship through unknown means. Can you advise about the best course of action to take? Regards, Captain G. Curly Pony Express Long-Haul Freighter Tulpar
( @curlygrant44 )
[What the fuck. He stares at the fax paper, brow furrowed and mouth slightly agape, before he starts typing back.]
Hello, Captain!
Yeah, that definitely breaches company protocol and is punishable by a crew pay dock. Any uranium on board must be seized immediately and handed over to a licensed and trained Pony Express staff member.
If you are not qualified or not secure in your ability to search the ship for uranium, a team can be deployed to help you.
Any uranium found by our safety inspection team will be confiscated. Contraband uranium may be sold by the company as an alternative to pay demerits. Please message me further about any developments in this case. Refusal to follow this protocol will result in higher management being notified.
Regards, Grant V. Wolfrum Pony Express, Safety and Security Department
#nobody expects the safety inspection!#safety violations#OOC: corpo speak for DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP WHAATTTTTT
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And DEFINITELY don't make sure you tag it everytime to ensure that the names are forever linked and remembered
poor things, well we should definitely make this easier on them by never repeatedly mentioning their name and deeds on the "reblog things forever" website
#oceangate#titan submersible#logitech controller#titan submersible disaster#oceangate disaster#titanic#titan submersible deaths#oceangate deaths#oceangate safety violations#safety violations
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Tragic Gas Explosion in Cherkessk, Russia Claims Lives
Tragic Gas Explosion in Southern Russia Claims Lives In a devastating incident early in the morning, at least five individuals have lost their lives, and four others have sustained injuries due to a gas explosion in a residential building located in Cherkessk, a city in the Karachay-Cherkessia region of southern Russia. This region, which borders Georgia, lies approximately 1300 kilometers south…
#casualties#Cherkessk#criminal investigation#emergency responders#gas explosion#residential building#Russia#safety violations
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Banting Recycling Company Fined RM100,000 for Safety Violations
A recycling factory in Banting, Selangor was fined RM100,000 by the Sepang Sessions Court yesterday for failing to ensure the safety, health and welfare of its workers. The fine was imposed by Judge Amir Affendy Hamzah. According to the Department of Occupational Safety and Health (JKKP), in a statement today, Best Eternity Recycle Technology Sdn Bhd, which owned the factory and was represented…
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Addressing common safety violations on construction sites is crucial for protecting workers and ensuring the smooth progression of projects. By identifying these violations and implementing effective solutions, companies can create safer work environments and minimize the risk of accidents. At Mtandt Group, we are committed to promoting safety and excellence in all our projects. For more information on our safety protocols and training programs.
#Safety Violations#Safety Solutions#safety training#safety training programs#safety harnesses#safety procedures#safety protocols#safety practices
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joyride 🛵💨💙
#twst oc#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#ace trappola#deuce spade#lorel#my art#theyre late for class or smth and theyre committing multiple safety violations#also that smoke gave me GRIEF i tried to make it subtly shaped like a heart LOL#for heartslabyul and for friendship <3
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The Importance of AEDs on Construction Sites: A Life-Saving Device
The presence of AEDs on construction sites has rapidly transitioned from a supplementary safety feature to a crucial necessity. The dynamic and often rigorous environment of construction sites exposes workers to an array of challenges daily. From operating heavy machinery to performing tasks at elevated heights, the inherent risks are many. Amidst these challenges, sudden medical emergencies,…
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#Construction Safety#Fall Protection#Hazard Communication#Injury Prevention#Ladders#lockout/tagout#machine guarding#National Safety Council#NSC#OSHA#Personal Protective Equipment#preventable death#respiratory protection#Safety Advocacy#safety equipment#safety standards#Safety Training#safety violations#workplace culture#Workplace Safety
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the most rancid man alive
#and yet. he compels me.#i think at this point i’ve made so many gifs of his jock it qualifies as a workplace health and safety violation#(anyway… grey hairs…………)#sidney crosby#pittsburgh penguins#jock jumpscare#<- which should be my jock tag ;____;#(apologies to @icyxthot in particular)
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Go in Danny. Nothing bad will happen Danny. You definitely won't die. :)
Today's warmup sketch was an experiment in perspective. Decided to try out drawing the Fenton's lab. I might clean this up and make it an actual drawing someday but here's the sketch for now.
(Unofficial thanks to @daily-dose-of-danno for the screenshots that I used for reference. They were really helpful :> )
#danny phantom#my art#The lab is such an interesting place#The fentons have no sense of safety so it's so easy to just go ham on the lab violations#but I reigned myself in cause this is just a warmup sketch not a full drawing#And of course I used the color palette from the show because the colors in the show are so pretty!#Seriously the color palette for the backgrounds are a favorite of mine
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Investigation Clears Film Set Crash of Safety Violations
Investigation into Movie Set Crash Concludes with No Safety Violations An in-depth investigation into a crash that left several crew members injured on the set of the film “The Pickup” earlier this year has confirmed that no safety violations occurred, according to federal officials. A representative from the Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) stated this week that their…
#&039;The Pickup&039;#ambulance on set#Atlanta#crew injuries#Eddie Murphy#film production#heist comedy#Keke Palmer#movie set crash#OSHA investigation#Pete Davidson#safety violations
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*glances at all the your boyfriend posts on my dash* im calling protective services
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I hope people in the OSC (and other fandoms in general) who are ok with or neutral about Kosa realize that not only will we lose a bunch of platforms that allow us to interact with each other (Tumblr, discord, Ao3, Wattpad, Twitter, YouTube, etc) but will also get rid of at least 80-95% of our fandom.
The OSC consists mostly of people between 13-17 who (if Kosa goes through the Senate and Houses of Representatives and gets passed as a law) will most likely no longer have access to YouTube and other social platforms which actively kills almost all the people who read and watch Object Shows!
By visiting and sharing animated shows like II or BFDI those creators make money which gives them the means to keep making their shows and paying their animators, voice actors, writers and so much more. This bill will actively get rid of most of the people who watch these shows which will cause a large loss in support and revenue for these creators and will most likely mean the end for any smaller object show.
Object show comics rely on people sharing them around in fandom spaces since they’re not animated and put on YouTube like animated object shows are. By losing these spaces and the people who support their content these creators will no longer be able to reach a large audience and get the support they need to continue their comics. This means that we will lose a lot of the comics that the OSC has!
Most of the content you see in the OSC is made by minors, which this bill will actively destroy and thus kill this fandom and many others!
So I am begging of you OSC and other communities, Please please please sign petitions, tell your senators and representatives that you don’t want this bill to pass, and tell anyone that you can reach about how this Bill is a violation of privacy and minors' rights! Re-blog anything you see with helpful information about what Kosa is and keep talking about it! We need to tell people about it so that this doesn’t go through the Senate. Remember, the final day is February 26, we don’t have that long!!!
Here’s some helpful resources:
 https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/07/you-can-help-stop-these-bad-internet-bills
#kosa#stop kosa#kill kosa#kosa bill#internet censorship#kids online safety act#say no to kosa#online privacy#privacy violation#bad internet bills#down with internet censorship!!#internet freedom#stop bad internet bills#lgbtq+#transgender#queer community#osc#object shows#osc community#object show comics#object show community#inanimate insanity#bfdi#fandom spaces#ao3#wattpad
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[Somewhere deep in the Bronx there’s a warehouse building with a big sign that reads “Carpet Heaven,” and I’m standing outside of it. When I blinked, it changed to “OPN Site 27.” It stayed like that after I looked at it again - a feature of the Office’s “memetic masking” that hides their locations from those not exposed to the supernatural. Or “Extranormal,” as is the Office’s preferred term. Site 27 is the official name for the location - though the staff that work there call it something else: the Station.
Graffiti dots the bricks of the building’s exterior, following me up the small stairs to the building’s entrance. There’s a nondescript door that buzzes as I approach, quietly unlatching. Past the doors, security towers loom in front of me. An electronic voice asks me to place my belongings in a tray and slide them into a conveyor. I do as I’m asked, but I’m somewhat confused - why does this place need so much security?]
A few moments later, I retrieve my things from the tray and keep moving. I’ve become used to the intentional plainness of Office locations. I’m always torn as to what it means. In a place like this, it’s obviously meant to put people off. This is Carpet Heaven, the most boring place in the world. Every panel, every wall, every chair seems to be chosen with the sole purpose of being as unremarkable as possible. But then, many interior locations within the Office are similarly designed. They’re not designed to fool anyone. Did the designers just get used to it?]
[My thoughts are interrupted as I walk into the tiny reception room, a desk with a few chairs and a single fake potted plant. A man stops his conversation with the receptionist, looking me up and down. He’s short and stocky, heavyset, a man clearly used to physical labor - and judging by the look on his face, not used to being inconvenienced at work. His hairy arms folded over a broad chest, his thick eyebrows scrunched into a wary suspicion. A thick mustache completes the look of a blue collar dad, close to retirement but not close enough.]
B] Hendricks. Ma’am.
M] Mr Koppel?
B] Call me Barry.
M] I hear you’re the person to talk to when it comes to occupational health and safety in the Office.
B] I got a reputation for it.
M] I saw the poster about, uh….unstable reality zones, and I wanted to ask you about it.
B] About the zones, or our response to ‘em.
M] Sort of…both if that’s okay. I figured a quick tour wouldn’t be out of the question.
[He nods, his arms not moving from their position across his chest. His voice had an air of curt evasiveness, clearly not enjoying my questions. Now, there’s a moment of awkward silence.]
M] You seem annoyed, Barry.
B] Yeah, well. Let’s just say I wasn’t real happy when I heard you were coming over. Especially today.
M] What’s today?
B] Work meeting later. Something I didn’t think I’d have to start late, and I hope I won’t have to.
M] I won’t take up too much of your time, I promise.
B] No. You won’t.
[It’s a veiled threat, but his tone doesn’t veil it very well. He gives the receptionist a look that she returns, and jerks his head slightly, leading me through the door deeper into the facility. Past the doors, it looks like something you’d expect from a government facility: bare concrete and pipes, emergency lights every several yards. It all looks very old. At this point, Barry seems to catch himself, his tone shifting to that of a practiced but bored tour guide as he leads me down the hallway.]
B] This is OPN Facility 27, known as the Northeastern Power Facility, or to the people that actually work here, the Station. The Station was discovered in 1932 during Operation Doorway, an attempt to investigate rumors of spatially-noncompliant buildings in the United States - that is, buildings bigger on the inside. After mapping and cataloging it, the Station had the distinction of being one of the few spatially noncompliant facilities grandfathered into current extranormal building code.
[Just down the hall is a locker room, which we move through. Barry points to a sign that reads “Hard Hat Area Past This Point” and hands me a hat taken off of a nearby peg.]
B] In other words, this facility is one of the only places in the US legally allowed to be bigger on the inside. The Office did this cause, for reasons that still ain’t totally clear, the Station anomalously produces enough electricity to power the entire eastern seaboard with no energy input. This building powers every Office facility this side of the Mississippi and north of the Mason-Dixon. New York, DC, Philly, Boston. Further than that, with hydrogen.
[Opening the next set of doors, the facility opens up substantially, a wide open space that looks more like I’d think a warehouse would look. The ceiling several stories above, massive industrial shelves at the edges of the space, machines operating in distinct areas of the room. A forklift beeping away, carrying yellow drum barrels on a pallet. A few workers were here and there, some of them giving Barry a quizzical look that he didn’t return.]
B] It needs people like us to maintain the works during reality shifts, pump out the byproduct, keep everything in as much working order as we can.
[Another set of doors ahead - a massive sign above them reading “End of Geometrically Compliant Building Space.” The hazard symbol on the sign depicted a building within a larger building, the larger of the structures emblazoned with the eye symbol and a question mark. Another sign on the door read “Audio-Memetic Inoculation Equipment Required” with a depiction of a head wearing both a hard hat and large headphones. Barry stopped and jerked a thumb at the door. His voice was low and serious.]
B] Like any spatially-noncompliant structure, this place doesn’t make sense. This wall right here is the absolute limit of what the building’s size should allow, and as you can see, it keeps going.
[He paused, looking back the way we came for a moment.]
B] When the Office figured out they could use this place for free power, they rushed in. But the Station….it didn’t take kindly to that. It doesn’t like intruders. The higher-ups don’t like hearing it, but this place is….kinda alive. It grows, changes. We don’t know who built it, or even if anyone built it. Coulda just appeared one day. From the late 30’s to the early 40’s, it was…a lot of death, lotta guys going home without hands or legs or an eye. Machines not working right, hallways shifting around, pipe structures growing suddenly. There’s places, deep in the belly of this fucking machine, that I’ll never go…we’ve blocked off rooms where time runs in reverse, or that swap temperature extremes every forty-five seconds. Lotta guys like me laid down their lives figuring this place out, mapping it. That’s what the signs and posters are for. Every warning in this building is written in blood.
[He gestured to a worker at a nearby desk, who got up and reached for a tray.]
B] Just past these doors, there’s a hallway in complete silence. Not just a lack of sound, pure silence. If you listen to the lack of sound, you go insane. Understand?
M] I don’t understand why you can’t just…avoid it, or unravel it, or—
B] The Office ain’t gonna just put it’s head in the sand, ma’am. It can’t. And all respect to the wizards and shit upstairs, but sometimes you can’t just wave your hand and make it go away, either. The Station is important. Without us, the entire Office goes down. It’s the sacrifice we make. We gotta deal with the situation in front of us, and sometimes the situation’s got teeth.
[The worker walked up, offering Barry two pairs of headphones and a clipboard. He took them, checked them over, and handed one to me.]
B] Here. Press the button on the right side, you’ll hear elevator music and nothing else. This’ll protect you from the silence. Then initial the sign out sheet.
[I did so, sliding the bulky device over my head and hearing generic Muzak once I hit the nub on the right. At this point, I didn’t question much of anything. They knew what they were doing. I took the clipboard from him - the sheet was keeping track of the headphones, calling them safety equipment. I wrote my initials on the sheet, noting I was a ‘visitor’, and as I did I noticed Barry and the other worker conversing in sign language.
I was slightly surprised at first. But it made sense - if you had to work a lot of the time in silence with these headphones on, it might be worth the time to teach everyone ASL. I tried not to betray any comprehension. They didn’t need to know I’d grown up with a deaf cousin, had a deaf roommate in college, that while I was rusty I could understand most of what they were saying. The two men gestured furtively, quickly, an ‘accent’ that tinged their words.]
<We have to postpone union meeting?>
<No. Same time. Won’t take long. Lady is looking for scapegoat.>
<From Upstairs?>
<Unlikely. Ghost-talking I-R-E-N-E telling me she’s been asking around lots of departments.>
<Why?>
<Don’t know. Could be politics.>
<LA?>
[Barry looked over his shoulder, and I tried to look nonchalant, putting the clipboard on a hook by the door and giving him a smile and a thumbs up.]
<Maybe.>
[He nodded and opened the door. I felt a physical sensation as I passed the threshold, and it was silent. It was a silence so intense I could feel it on my skin. When my feet hit the floor I felt nothing, not even the vibration through my own body. It was oppressive, covering me in a heavy blanket. I heard the music in my ears but I was intensely aware that a bundle of plastic and electronics was all that stood between me and…that. I felt like an eternity. I tried to focus on the music as my vision swam, having to stop to breathe when we rounded a corner. When we finally passed through the hallway, taped marks on the floor told me where it was safe to take off my headphones. I was almost out of breath, a little disoriented.]
B] You get used to it.
M] Do you?
B] You gotta if you work here, ma’am.
[His voice slipped back into tour guide mode as the space widened again. Huge doorways on each of the three walls ahead, large enough for a vehicle to pass through. Each passageway had different signage, and two had a conveyor belt stretched across the room, running parallel above us with clear markings on the floor underneath them.]
B] To the left we have the Gearbox, straight ahead is Onto-Runoff Byproduct Packaging, and to the right is the Dynamos, where we try and funnel all power generated by the Station so it can be directed to other facilities or converted into hydrogen energy storage.
M] Onto-Runoff?
B] That, ma’am, is the stuff on the posters.
[He pointed up to the conveyor belt. Yellow barrels traveled across the room, stamped with the Office logo on one side, and a depiction of an eye on the other.]
B] It’s a byproduct of the Station’s works. The labcoats have been studying it for decades. They’re not real sure what it is, just that it…kind of isn't. It technically doesn’t actually exist. No mass, can't be detected on any spectrum they got. Theory is that we're not actually seeing it, just the absence it creates. Pure, concentrated entropy, runoff from the Station creating energy from nothing. You can’t violate laws of spacetime without some consequences, and in this case it’s creating all this…almost-kinda-real entropy that gets everywhere if we don’t clean it up.
M] Sounds like the Ontophages.
B] Yeah, like that. They think they’re related, but we ain’t seen an Ontophage down here in ages. This non-stuff drops off pipes down in the works, or leaks out of compressors. Pools in lower areas, or gums up machines. If it touches anything outside of the works that exists, it starts to cause what the Office calls ontological dissolution - it gradually stops existing, like an acid that melts reality. Some of it gets processed for the Office’s use, some of it goes to the folks at the Yellow Circle, a good chunk of it goes to long term storage.
M] What does the Office use it for?
[At this, Barry gives me a sidelong look as we approach a small office in the corner between two junctions, little more than a shack.]
B] That part’s classified. We don’t even know. They don’t tell us. Could be a secondary energy process, could be they use it to contain something….could be a weapon.
[The tone in that last phrase…we enter the shack and Barry grabs a drink from a water cooler.]
M] You sound like you have an idea of what it’s used for.
B] A hunch. This stuff is dangerous. It’s half the reason we made the Union way back.
M] The Union?
[I remembered them signing that word - two fingers extended on each hand, moved in a horizontally circular motion.]
B] The North American Supernatural Worker’s Guild. Started in ‘42 after the big paracompressor explosion down in sublevel 17. The Office kept pushing us, we kept cutting corners, and eventually five people died. Including my great uncle. After that, my grandfather started the Union to push for better working conditions and hazard pay.
[His tone is softer now, taking a drink. He gestures to the Unstable Reality Zones poster on the wall, a copy of which began my trip here.]
B] I could talk all day about the history of it. We ain’t perfect, of course. Didn’t accept nonhumans until ‘63, which my father went to his grave ashamed of, but we’re the reason the Office more or less abides by the safety guidelines we’ve come up with. Without that there’s a work stoppage, and everything grinds to a halt.
M] Has there been a lot of conflict between the Union and the Office in the past?
B] It’s all conflict, ma’am. The Union and the Office are engaged in a state of irreconcilable disagreement. They wanna pay less and get more, we want better pay and better, safer work. The whole history of the Office can be seen through that lens.
M] Do you see the posters as a win for the Union?
B] Without a doubt. You know the bodycount we’d have if we didn’t keep drilling all our safety precautions into everyone’s heads? Safety win, morale win. We need all the help we can get.
M] What do you mean?
[Barry finishes his drink, looking away, through the window looking out onto the junction.]
B] Ehh. I’ve said enough already.
M] You too, huh.
B] Hm?
M] Everywhere I go in this organization I’m being bounced off walls. Secrecy seems to be something you and the office both abide by. The Office acts like it’s giving me clearance, but….they’re curating my job.
B] Mmmh.
M] Everyone I talk to is knowledgeable about what I’m asking, sure, but they’re also….company people. All of them are either trying to cover their ass or they honestly believe that they’re doing the most important job in the world. The only person I’ve met so far with an honest opinion on the Office is you. I thought I might get some actual answers.
B] About what?
M] Anything. How the Office determines normality, the numbers stations, the identity of the Director…what happened in Los Angeles.
[He stiffens.]
B] I don’t know anything about that.
M] You said the Runoff could be used as a weapon -
B] I said I had a hunch. Don’t put words in my mouth.
M] What’s your hunch based on?
B] Listen. I’m one of those guys covering my ass. If I say something I shouldn’t or I fuck up, I don’t get a slap on the wrist. I'm not some spokesman for the Board of Infernal Affairs. I’m a union officer, and we’re already on thin goddamned ice with the Office. Secrecy is a tool. We both use it for our own goals.
M] So you can’t help me.
B] I’m walking you back. This is fucking over.
M] That’s…probably for the best.
[I let the moment pass before I speak again.]
M] I don’t want to keep you from your union meeting tonight.
[He stops in his tracks, shooting a look over his shoulder. His face moves from surprise to realization to suspicion. After a moment he half turns back to me.]
B] Ma’am, what are you here for?
M] I just…want answers. All of these interviews have been someone beating around the bush because they’re scared. After your speech about it, I thought the union would be people who could stand up.
[Barry hesitates, frowns, and silently turns back to keep walking. My face burns in embarrassment, my heart racing. This wasn’t worth it. I wanted answers but this wasn’t worth it, was it? Shame now, but what if I pushed a button I couldn’t un-press?
Barry doesn’t speak. We reenter the room of silence, mechanically putting our headphones back on. As we round the corner in the hallway again, he stops. Of course I can’t hear him, but his frame calls as if he’s letting out a heavy sigh. He turns to me, and signs.]
<Back there, I was being honest. None of us know what happened, but we know something did. We have some shipment records that don’t make sense. Runoff shipped en masse to some site that’s not on public record anymore. Something called Project D-A-M-M-E-R-U-N-G. Our records are shredded. It’s like…>
[He trailed off - with signing, he sort of stared into space and tried to find the right words.]
<Like someone or something came in and tried to destroy everything to do with a certain subject, but only mostly succeeded. Like every fiftieth paper survived or was passed over. That’s what our meeting is about tonight. We know something happened and we’re deciding what to do next. You mentioned the stations. The stations are a part of it.>
[He pulls a pen from his vest pocket and writes down an address, handing me the paper.]
<Memorize this address, then burn it before you leave. Bring P-E-P-P-E-R-M-I-N-T oil. Put it on before you go. You’ll need it.>
(Buy the poster here.)
#office for the preservation of normalcy#interview#osha violation#still technically on hiatus#safety#workplace safety#health and safety#microfiction#short fiction#sci fi#urban fantasy#writers on tumblr
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I am writing the funniest script to a video essay ever. This is the first draft and it’s a 1 am ramble.
#evora original#limbus stuff#limbus company#canto 7 spoilers#shoutout to the anon who asked the la manchaland ask blog if they were osha safety.#in summary: I thought they were fine but they’ve got a HUGE number of violations.
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G/t July : Thief
Mark is not a fan of dirty lil feral tromping around in his food. Its unhygienic.
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I love the idea of a human who can’t stand borrowing. Not because they care about stolen crumbs, or the invasion of their privacy, but just because the idea of someone handling their food is gross.
Do you let your human friends grab food off your plate with their bare hands? Would you eat food that they stepped on?
No. Of course not. Because its UNHYGENIC.
Also bonus points if anyone spies the lil reference.
#Might make this one into a tiktok#THIS TOOK SO LONG#IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JUST A SKETCH#BUT I AM A SUCKER FOR PUNISHMENT#Sal is a dirty feral little man and is most definitely a food safety violation#SalOC#MarkOc#Entodraws#G/t art#g/t fluff#g/t fearplay#g/t#sfw g/t#Giant/tiny#borrower au#Macro/micro#size difference#g/t july#g/t july 2023
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