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[–] 2 pts

The flasher backed against the wall, having not seen something that furry since his last trip to Anthrocon. The meth-addled junkie he originally tried to flash smiled, revealing rotted teeth. "What's the matter sweetheart, never seen a real woman before?"

Fortunately, the flasher had been a spy in his younger days, and still had a suicide tooth. Grinding it against his molars, he smiled and whispered до свида́ния and sank into peaceful oblivion, death being the only thing able to wipe the horror of an unkempt beaver from his mind.

Bravo sir, gross and entertaining at the same time.

[–] 1 pt

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