Board Thread:Fun And Games/@comment-32710969-20190609211457/@comment-36266167-20190703200517

Christian Higdon wrote: The Stranger then looked at Kendall, nervous and a bit scared, as he bared claws.

"Relax darlin..." she says, lingering on the 'lin' in 'darlin' (kinda like daarlinnn), the conceptual essence of a Southern "twang" (whatever the fuck twang even means) entangling itself with her LolaBunnyesque voice, strung together in a jumbled overlapped mess.. that somehow produces a desirable result.

"I mean you no harm, just a gal looking for a pal"... okay, might wanna dial it back a bit. She thinks to herself, this a verse protected by the PGers, violating PG law would result in a literal fucking yeeting from existence.