“Oh Sushi!” Helena cried dramatically, a wave crashing behind them just then, filling the air with crystal droplets. She held her moirails face in her hands, “Listen here cumslut,” She said, tears of joy gathering in her eyes as she looked down at her fated-friend fondly, “I can bet you 5 million dollars that you’re absolutely right. We alone carry their legacy now. We are… The Meowrails.” She finished. “Come! we must go! Where the wind carries us! We must go… Make this HAPPEN!”. Boku no Piko’s opening theme song plays in the background, reminding us of a simpler time, a happier time. “Yoooo.” Helena whispered and regarded her friend fondly again.
The water droplets showered them both; making them shimmer and shine in the moonlight. Just like in their Japanese animus. Upon taking the job of following in equiqui and nepimptas footstep, the boku no pico theme song faded into a backwords ver. of mmwatchsay to show the world they have righted the wrong hussie has created. Sushi reached up and took her mewrails face in her hands and stroked her cheeks softly. “We are the children of the photogenic runner guy.” As this part of the plot unfolded the clouds covered the moon; giving the cliff and unsettling darkness.
oMG I CANT BELEIVE I FOUDN THIS
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Look at this Sin
