✍
Send me a ✍ and I will generate a number 1-200
And make a starter based on what I get.
140. Hand me that box of rubbers and let’s get to it.
OH MY GOD I"m SO SORRY -shakes fist at random.org-
Erwin slipped the jacket from his shoulders, wondering just how he'd gotten into this mess. At least she wasn't bad-looking, in his estimation. She was actually quite lovely, and if he were to be strong armed into something like this, then he was glad that she was at least aesthetically pleasing.
His fingers fumbled at the buckle at his chest as he looked her directly, his expression blank and guileless. "Hand me that box of rubber and let's get to it."











