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feldmanThis is why Mr. F should never be allowed to write fic. All the disturbing dialogue and imagery are Mr. F's fault. My own culpability is that I had to share.
The fanfic stylings of Mr. F
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"Alright!" Grunchlk peers down the valley of his forked beard, sizing up the tasty morsel clutching at the ramp of his transport. She reeks of Scorpius but her teeth glint prettily. "I'll take you with me on one condition."
She hisses, "Which is?"
He growls seductively, just barely audible over the groans of the dying. "Ever since your boy took hold of my body I haven't been the same. I want you...to crawl inside me...and work me like a puppet."
She winces in horror, but even as he does a randy little puppet dance her grip on the ramp doesn't budge.
"Come on, girl!" Grunchlk hits the button to retract the ramp. "I haven't got all day!"
She scurries aboard.
The fanfic stylings of Mr. F
transcribed by feldman
"Alright!" Grunchlk peers down the valley of his forked beard, sizing up the tasty morsel clutching at the ramp of his transport. She reeks of Scorpius but her teeth glint prettily. "I'll take you with me on one condition."
She hisses, "Which is?"
He growls seductively, just barely audible over the groans of the dying. "Ever since your boy took hold of my body I haven't been the same. I want you...to crawl inside me...and work me like a puppet."
She winces in horror, but even as he does a randy little puppet dance her grip on the ramp doesn't budge.
"Come on, girl!" Grunchlk hits the button to retract the ramp. "I haven't got all day!"
She scurries aboard.
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