A Weekend, With The Host Club: Dear "Daddy",

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Here's a funny tale. Only two people know how I truly act and that's the -nozukas.

    I tend to make funny, dying, voice cracks when I'm around them to express emotions. They find it amusing.

Currently they've locked me in a dark closet. Telling me to admit my true sexuality.

They know I'm straight.

Every time it gets quiet I scream full of voice cracks "are you making out?"

Mori loses his schnitzel.

I just make jokes about my dead love life, one being: my aids are just like my love life; I don't have any.




I think they left me in here to die.

Send help.






One of them threw something at the door.
It scared me so I screamed and cried that I want my "Daddy".

Tamxki save me.

I'm a poor man trapped so far in this dark closet I think I might find Narnia.

I am highly antagonised.

Sincerely yours,

"Mommy".


Update: he threw a knife at the door.

Update: they said something about diseased appendages so I screamed like a little gay boy and then yelled in the same voice "I'm a diseased appendage."

I keep screaming like a goat

Update: I got under the bed for twenty minutes. Then they pulled me out and threw me back in the closet.

Mori is threatening to whip me with his belt.

Abuse!

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