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How many candy corn could ye fit in a blokes butt?
This sounds like the start of a tongue twister that went horribly wrong.
"As much as he would allow or until the bag runs out." Unless the rectum ruptured along the way. It wasn't impossible but it certainly did not sound like a fun time.
Then there is the dreaded question. "...Why?"
I'm so sorry that people are getting weird doc. 😅 (as well as you mun. Also I have to say, you portray the doctor really well!)
“Socializing is not a strong suit of mine, I can admit.” Try as he might it just seemed like the majority of everyone else’s interests pooled towards certain topics he was not well practiced in. “I suppose weird is subjective. My affinity towards science and exploring the truth was frowned upon by many and thought to be weird. Meanwhile, I believe asking how many Legos can be jimmied into a man’s foreskin to be beyond a strange subject and yet it seems to be as easy to ask as if it were a discussion about weather for some people.”
Just askin bout the chickens.
“Oh!” To that Junkenstein picks himself up a bit more with some renewed energy.
“The ladies are doing great! They have shed a few feathers here and there but nothing too concerning though I’ve been considering trying to turn them into mini ink quills!”
If you were to choose a supernatural being to be with (like a vampire, werewolf, etc.) which one(s) would you pick?
Do not simply say yes. Do not. Thin lips press together as he attempts to let the question and possibly answers mull about more in his mind. There are many supernatural beings that would be intriguing to engage though it is amusing how vampires and lycans tend to find their way to the top of most peoples forbidden list. It is with a soft click as his sucks on his teeth finally finding enough willpower to provide some kind of answer. “I suppose it depends more so on the likely hood of my personal well being in the end.” Meaning more or less if he could end the encounter with getting out alive. What a round about way of saying yes without actually saying it.
How’re the cocks doing?
The temptation to end his Q&A is tempting as all the questions are either really bizarre or personal in a way that makes his shift with unease. “Depends on what you mean exactly.”
Cock!
“I regret everything,” Doc sighs. His shoulders slumping.
Penis
“....” This is not a question.
"Do you think xenomorphs are kinda hot?"
This is quite the question to which Doc just raises one hand and lets it teeter back and forth for an unspoken yes-and-no.
