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Lick my asshole!~I wish she was sitting on me like that..I'd worship those holes like my life depends on it~It would be fine to give her relief.Come on! Aren't you excited for this, trainer?~Guhhh... Fine... We can do it... You're the alpha, after all... I'll do what you wish..S-someone save me!! O-oh god.! Not more people.!!!Looks like Serbia's in heaven~Luffy slowly and eerily fades into existance* (imma kms)Recording thus for money,I'm not even gonna question about it,robby legs is thiner than his balls :sob:I'm witnessing this as I run out of teleportation energy (I'm eepy) hope I make it out in one piece.

The last time he saw her was just before the Night of a Hundred Heads, when he had been brought to the War Room. Her head was shaved back then, but since her fall from grace, it seemed she was letting her hair grow.“Unhand me, you godless bastard!” she hissed, trying to loosen the iron grip on her throat.

Harnessing all of his strength and gambling his life, Roc slammed Ingram square in the face with the stump of his missing arm. It was far from a graceful punch, more like a clumsy jab, but Ingram, so focused on everything else and having never expected such an attack in a thousand years, was utterly discombobulated by the hit, and inadvertently released Roc. Roc pulled away and escaped to the sky, with Ingram having just enough time to slow his descent and avoid a fatal impact. He still hit the ground with bone-breaking force, but he was alive. Roc landed beside him, staring at his vanquished opponent, with the crowd still trying to process what had happened. Until now, Roc had never acknowledged them, but now, he raised his missing arm, as though holding up an invisible fist in triumph, and the spectators erupted into cheers.