sometimes I think about how easy I am to devour. there is no world in which I don't end up being broken down and processed into ass fat, willing or unwillingly
it really doesn't take a lot to get me vorny, and once you manage that I'm just going to be your meal and that's that
but even if I'm not feeling it, like if I'm busy or something, I'm not exactly the strongest, so I wouldn't be able to fight back long enough to save myself from becoming your breakfast/lunch/dinner














