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03/11/12(Sun)06:19 No.523105>>522831 >you smirk at Tabasco Pony, raise her over your head... >you feel her tense in your hand, excitement rippling through her >you set her on a high shelf and go do something else for 10 minutes >you come back to find her swinging herself from side to side, trying to shake herself up, but unable to do so, nearly crying from frustration. >"Do you remember the legos?" >"N-no... hh--! Please! I can't take much more of this...!" >"Well, I do. Those things hurt when you step on them." >"I-I-I was just-- hh! just having some fffun--!! You GOTTA shake me, Anon, I'm ALMOST mixed together again...!!!" >"Say you're sorry first." >"Y-you gotta be k-kidding me...!" >"Fine, then. You can stay there a while lo--" >"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY PLEASE SHAKE ME!!!!" >you pick her up and vigorously shake her until she's mixed together again. >you drop her in her cupboard, where she collapses in a pile of rubber joints, panting and drooling as her eyes roll back in her head. |