>>5172No one understands the true weight of those three little words – "You Pennywise bastards owe me sex" – spoken with such malice, pleading desperation.
>>5174A apt description of my mood as I listen to the pleading in her voice, the turbulence in her eyes.
>>5171You herald the arrival of the storm, a tempest in fact, for in your arrogance lies a weakness that will be exploited; nausea sets in, and then the real game begins.
>>5175How peculiar, you're fine with your life, yet inexplicably allergic to the very things that make life worth living – passion, conflict, strife.
