Gothie boy and emo wench find themselves trapped in a stereotypical yet perpetually rotating lump of gooey emo pudding. (If you realize what this is, then ask yourself... how much free time do you have on your hands?) "Is that a blister?" "Hey, Emo Wench... Remind me to kill you some time today..." "Now?" "No, not now..." "But why not? I've
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