Tendons running high, I receive a lecture at the cheggpoint pout. Too musk, too egg, on orders in order to soufflé; dire magnets purr button topicals with cheshire rats and blatz beer recollect.
"You understand why our xrays went off, sir"
Little gobs of sturgeon maybe?
Opticals and balls of silly cons: you understand why our xrays went officer.
Seventeen seas, and I've never been berated this way before. It'd be conceit, but even the fish eyes receive consternation... odd. Eel. Concealing? With what, the bags under my eyelids?
(eyes used for tooth support)
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