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| "Whoa now whoa now why all da hate? Hataz gunna be hating then I shall be a lovin' and a squeezin' and a pleasin'" Moulder said seductively as he sashayed up to Linzy and began mamboing with her. "Come come and give me a group hug we all deserve one." He said. "Let's let bygons be bygons." ---------------------------------- Moulder returned from the sweet sweet abyss that he had been flung to, and this time with a vengeance so strong that it reeked off him in waves of malignant ooze. "Stalk someone else? I think I will, you do not know what you have gotten yourself into now Christine!" He cackled evily, every now and then a furball escaping his mouth for their dear life. He turned his attention to the new tan looking boy eagerly yet evily yet perplexidly insanely courteously, and smiled toothily into the Swamp Moon. "Fresh meat..." Moulder sighed sweetly, blowing his breath onto Tony so he could savor the "Moment of Moulder" the new perfume line he had released into the death claws of public advertising. "What do you say? You, me, and the back of a truck." Sticking out his forked tongue to taste in the essence of Tony. ---------------------------------- Moulder walked in and dropped his pants, his cloak hiding his well toned muscles and abs but stopped short of his manly parts. "This is where Potterplay belongs." He said pointing at his willy. ---------------------------------- "Like I said before," Moulder said slicking back his hair that would give even Fabio a run for his money. "This is where Potterplay belongs!" He pointed to his wild naked crotch. ---------------------------------- "I AM!" Moulder said as he farted into the room and dumped buckets of Moment of Moulder onto Jamie and he farted away into his secret abyss of manhood. ---------------------------------- Moulder chawsayed up to Rhiannon in his Tommy Hilfiger camouflage pants and war paint painted on his face of handsome obituaries. "You know what I always wondered?" Moulder asked breathily, spraying a light amount of "Moment of Moulder" onto Rhiannon for her nostril pleasure. "You know how... underwear..." Moulder emitted a small hyena like giggle as he said underwear and got back to being serious. "How you call 'underwear' under-wear, but they never call pants over-wear. Get it?" Moulder asked with another child-like hyena like crab like giggle, knowing in his beautiful heart of blasphemy that this pickup line was a sure hooker. ---------------------------------- Rhiannon response: "Oh Moulder... you're so sexy. Whatever did I see in that awful Jamie?" Rhiannon wondered, playing along. "I know what you say," Moulder replied darkly and looked away as if it hurt him inside to answer. He put a finger on Rhiannon's face of bony sarcasm and literature and smiled. "You saw the mirror image of yourself through Jamie.... but now you see the light... as I sprayed Moment of Moulder onto you it reveals truth and the country as one." Moulder added very patriotically as he pointed at his hard-on-of-peace. Rhiannon response: "Oh yeah," she said as if what Moulder had said was the most obvious thing in the world, when really she couldn't make ANY sense of it. ---------------------------------- Moulder peered at him from his horn rimmed glasses he had aquired from the abyss in his pants, it had been spewing out random objects and appliances for his wants, needs, and desires. "Interesthing." He said sexily lisp-like with saucy pelvic thrusts at the random air surrounding his hot bod that everyone wanted. ---------------------------------- Moulder pointed to his crotch of dreams repeatedly. "THIS IS WHERE THOSE SPAMMERS BELONG!" His rage showing in his mouth of agression as drool dribbled down his chin in ecstacy like power. ---------------------------------- Moulder pretending to be Jeanne Blade: All right you guys caught me. I play Jeanne Blade on Potterplay. Could you guys tell it was me? I signed up as Lady Cuts but then wanted that accoun deleted since this one is more fun and it gives me ideas for the novel I'm writing. |
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