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     “Uh huh.” He merely hummed, leading ahead to the first exhibit.

     Having some idle time, Ven reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Picking one out of the bunch, he shoved the pack back down into the slick black pockets. From his vest pocket, he pulled out a green lighter to which he promptly lit the cancer stick with and once more replaced it. The boy took a few puffs off it, blowing the smoke out before replacing the stick back in his mouth in time to look back to Toby.

     Grinning, he mused

     “Yeah, not quite dangerous enough though huh. Not like lions so maybe we should get to those.” Looking over the zebras, they sure were calm. Nothing that would rip Toby limb from limb. Now that, he’d pay to see. Or maybe not even Toby. The kid wasn’t bad. Maybe some other unfortunate fuck that got separated from his parents. Were there any such like that around though?

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     With a smile on his face, the young man looked happily at the majestic animal. It wasn't even until the other started blowing smoke that he even realized the other was smoking. For a moment, it distracted him from the animals. He felt... a twinge of... something. It wasn't disgust, nor was it contempt either. 

    With a shake of his head, the adolescent quickly pointed to the zebras before asking the other;                “D-d-do you think they're black with white stripes or w-white with b-black stripes?”

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Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

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{⊗⊗⊗}      “…why is it called blue b-b-balls….when it could be called… a cummy ache?”

     He couldn’t help but laugh and smile, try as he might. “I think both are terrible.”

{⊗⊗⊗}      With a smile, the other folded his arms. “I think you m-mi-mispronounced far superior.” 

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{⊗⊗⊗}      “...why is it called blue b-b-balls....when it could be called... a cummy ache?”

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There’s a neat ship meme going around Twitter, but unfortunately the creator didn’t want it translated (no hate to those who translated/modified it, I don’t think they knew since memes get tossed around), so I made a meme myself because it’s entirely too fun to make these things

If you use, just provide the blank for your followers in case they want to do it, please, and please do not directly @ me for credit, the watermark is in the corner and at least just use a broken @ (@ / [username]). My notifications will thank you.

Edit: Please note this is not an adaption nor translation of the ship meme I mentioned, it was simply to provide context to why I made it since I’m not always making templates for things and to let people know the OP of the aforementioned meme didn’t want theirs translated.

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“I cant believe D-Devin fucks stuffed a-animals”

“Drinking piss isn’t nearly as bad as that.”

“I k-know, right? Makes us drinking piss look like a normal occurrence” 

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“You’re a piss quantum physicist!”

“Ey, at least I have a d-doctorate”

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“I cant believe D-Devin fucks stuffed a-animals”

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"So I heard you liked waffles, Toby."

      “Where the fuck did you hear that?” the young man sat straight up, looking at the other curiously. Very soon though, a smile made its way to his face

       “Although, im fucking down to get some”

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     “Technically all you need is some whisky and a sewing kit. I mean, it’s just a hole since I think the bullet went straight through right?” Glancing at the wound, it was a gruesome sight, but somehow it left him giddy. He did that after all. He altered someone else’s body for once. Ven loved it, it made him feel powerful and capable of change. And being in control of their destiny to live whether a certain way or in general, it was almost like being a god. Being in control of everything like that, and feared even. He was the puppet master for once. 

     Amazing, and he only wanted more.

     And speaking of being a god, he was now the god of another kid. It brought a wide grin to his face. One that left him cocking his head as he looked the child over. Another slave to beat around.

     “Take all the time you need. I’m in no hurry.”

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           “...Im pretty sure there’s a shit tonna’ stuff in a hand.” He replies with a strained smile. Still, The kids right. Doesn't mean he wasn't salty about it though.

    The redheaded boy didn't look at the other, actually, he didn't seem to be paying any mind to the two at all anymore. Currently, he was in the middle of trying to distract himself by twisting one of his already tight ringlets with his two hands. 

           “So, whats your hideout like anyways?” charlie suddenly brought up “You mentioned it was a fuckin’ mansion? Sounds a shit ton better than this place”