...i'll just continue, thenhindjewDecember 2 2006, 23:08:30 UTC
halfway through his fourth orgasm, tritan's awareness-maker let him know that paul daniels wanted to speak with him. the awareness-maker didn't need to say what paul wanted to speak about, because tritan already knew. he didn't want to speak with paul. paul was the worst bastard on space-block one, and one of the principle reasons tritan hated living there some much. but the awareness-maker wouldn't stop making him aware of paul's request. Sighing, his erection already milking down, tritan pulled on a pair of pants and exited his tiny, one-room apartment.
space-block one was nothing but one-room apartments connected by screeching wind tunnels. the screeching noise was the result of all the space belts rusting, but there was no maintenance worker on the Lonely Luna to fix any of that shit. that's why all residents carried a supply of ear plugs for when they needed to leave their tiny apartments. tritan popped his in and proceeded towards paul's tiny apartment, his aborted orgasm still souring his demeanor.
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space-block one was nothing but one-room apartments connected by screeching wind tunnels. the screeching noise was the result of all the space belts rusting, but there was no maintenance worker on the Lonely Luna to fix any of that shit. that's why all residents carried a supply of ear plugs for when they needed to leave their tiny apartments. tritan popped his in and proceeded towards paul's tiny apartment, his aborted orgasm still souring his demeanor.
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