[Squirm all you like, tiny, ya boy's grip is like a vice. He adjusts her a little bit against his hip, but presses on at a swift pace back toward the back of their shack to where the oven still burns merrily.
Guzma turns his head to Mickey, slowing his pace only to look him dead in the eyes and say with a horrible, toothy grin.]
That's what the saw is for. [HEY, LUNA, HEY. HEY LUNA?? Aren't you just tickled you got one of those? 8')]
you only have yourselves to blame
Guzma turns his head to Mickey, slowing his pace only to look him dead in the eyes and say with a horrible, toothy grin.]
That's what the saw is for. [HEY, LUNA, HEY. HEY LUNA?? Aren't you just tickled you got one of those? 8')]