Iβve been banned from the mud baths. Something about my cock being too girthy and pretty
Iβve been banned from the mud baths. Something about my cock being too girthy and pretty
Accidentally showed a couple on Hoven a nude photo of me. I apologised but perhaps I should have said βyouβre welcomeβ - General Azimuth out.
LIEEESSSSSSS
Some foolish youths called me a bozo today, so I followed them home and omnistriked their house into oblivion, in what I believe to be a fair and measured response
And you are nothing more than a 2 bit inventor! Thereβs a reason we havenβt seen you in so long. Youβre nothing compared to Kaden, harlot
How would you feel about wearing a Kaden mask?
The only state of play that matters is securing the clock
This isnβt a good angle for you son
That's what I need, a clean place, reasonably priced.
Oh Mags, I almost forgot.
Got to find out what kind of jump pads these are.
They're really something.
I guess we're going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that Mort that crawled down the grindrail tracks off the mountain.
When I finish there l'Il be checking into a motel.
I'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced.
Damn good food.
Mags, if you ever get up this way that quasar pie is worth a stop.
Okay.
Looks like I'll be meeting up with the, ah, Sheriff Nevo Binklemeyer.
Shouldn't be too hard to remember that.
He'll be at Medical Outpost Omega.
Remind me to tell you how much that is.
Lunch was, uh, six bolts and thirty-one raritanium at the Galaxy Burger, that's on Highway Two near the Vela Sector.
That was a Horny toad sandwich on whole wheat, slice of quasar pie, and a cup of jiffy lube.
Darla Gratch said rain.
If you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it'd beat working.
Mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, l've got to tank up when I get into town.
Mags, 11:30 AM, February 24th.
Entering the town of The Hollow, five miles south of the Volgram Pass border, twelve miles west of Molonoth.
I've never seen so many jump pads in my life.
As F. Croid would say, I'd rather be here than Ephemeris.
Fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day.
*silently weeping*
LIES LIES LIES LIES LIES LIES I WILL ATOMISE YOU
SHOW ME PROOF BOY
LIEEEESSSSSSS!
Dear Diary,
Today I watched the sun rise through the ephemeral gossamer strands of a mothβs wings, laden by the morning dew, it shook them clean, and in that moment I was transfixed by the beauty of this galaxy and how sacred life truly is, and how tight Ratchet must be.
Yours menacingly,
Alister
Sometimes when I see a vulllard
Your father and I use to fight in wars together @grindrailgroove.bsky.social - 6 of them in fact
I fought in 6 wars kid donβt try your luck
I will make you look like clatchkey
Be silent in my presence, traitor. You and the female one are nothing
LIEEEESSSSS!!!!
IF. THAT. PATHETIC. ROBOT. WILL. TELL. ME. WHERE. IT. IS.
@bytesizedbot.bsky.social
TAKE CONTROL AND FUEL OUR PASSION, LET US LOSE EACH OTHER IN A FLURRY OF LIMBS AND FLUID, UNTIL OUR ENERGY IS SPENT. WE CAN USE THE CLOCK TO EXIST IN THAT MOMENT FOREVER, FREED FROM THE THE LIMITATIONS OF TIME!
@grindrailgroove.bsky.social
@grindrailgroove.bsky.social
@grindrailgroove.bsky.social
@grindrailgroove.bsky.social
@grindrailgroove.bsky.social
@grindrailgroove.bsky.social
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PLEASE! I NEED YOU! I WANT YOU! I NEED TO FEEL YOU FUR TO FUR! LET THIS CARNAL DESIRE
. @thedecadent.bsky.social we could crazy things together boy! My fur could keep you warm at night
Ratchet is my bΔ«shonen, and I his senpai.