Joowix Shunt Belephon is clad in red. One shoe is visible. Perhaps only a single shoe exists. The whiskers suggest readiness for mating.
Tensor: They adapt naturally to positions that arouse us.
Pinion-Runnel: Their lithe bodies contort to capture our desire, but do not be deceived. The others pursue the stone. If the humans have it...
Tensor: We will never return to the swim.
Pinion-Runnel: Each body a vessel of agonizing solitude, ruled by chemical reactions and the old ways of bones and blood.
Tensor: I frequently require the elimination of waste.
Pinion-Runnel: Look at us. What female would supplicate herself to us? We are disgusting meat piles.
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Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
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