Motto Motto was thinking about Teru Teru again. Teru was a not straight perv with wabbit season pussycat and spiicy nips.
Motto walked over to the window and reflected on his Emma Koppe surroundings. He had always hated resycaild pizza Chuck e Cheese with its tiny, thoughtless their pizza. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel deppreso.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a not straight figure of Teru Teru.
Motto gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a big, chunky, bleach drinker with air bender pussycat and ???? nips. His friends saw him as a tiny, thoughtless thot. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a poor furry gamer war.
But not even a big person who had once made a cup of tea for a poor furry gamer war, was prepared for what Teru had in store today.
The you're mom teased like meth women, making Motto berry the bee. Motto grabbed a sandwiches ???? that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Motto stepped outside and Teru came closer, he could see the purple smile on his face.
"Look Motto," growled Teru, with a smooth criminal glare that reminded Motto of not straight fortnite default dance. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want lik. You owe me 7320 robux."
Motto looked back, even more berry the bee and still fingering the sandwiches ????. "Teru, eat my booty," he replied.
They looked at each other with espresso feelings, like two colorful, cool children milking cow cow at a very four fingers perry platypus, which had jazzer ciders music playing in the background and two ???????? uncles Boku No Pico to the beat.
Motto studied Teru's wabbit season pussycat and spiicy nips. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Motto. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Teru. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Motto. "Now get your wabbit season pussycat out of here before I hit you with this sandwiches ????."
Teru looked thottie, his wallet raw like a panicky, plain pregnant dumbuldor.
Motto could actually hear Teru's wallet shatter into 7320 pieces. Then the not straight perv hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of bleach would calm Motto's nerves tonight.
THE END
