Shout: - Now, the attack in my rear end by the knot of omious, almost visible friends. - the shiny little pieces of magnets in my mouth are negative on negative, making me continously
-> SHOUT; there the piggy goes
so i, talk off my head, and scream out my loungs: the only one listening, really, is my tongue. brush my teeth | wash my mouth | watch my feet | drag me down - doing the jig, as the trigger in my face pulls to
-> SHOUT; there the piggy goes
