Lord Fortus: She will be mine.
Flunky: Indeed, my lord. You have seduced her.
Lord Fortus: Her soul belongs to me.
Flunky: She cannot break away. She is in your thrall.
Lord Fortus: The power of my dick has overwhelmed her.
Flunky: Your dick has wrapped itself snakelike around her mind. There can be no escape.
Lord Fortus: What is that smell?
Flunky: It is the smell of sexual conquest.
Lord Fortus: No, no-- that smell! Do you smell it?
Flunky: She poops in the bathroom, my lord.
Lord Fortus: She will never poop again!
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Sunday, October 29, 2006
100 Below: Volume 26
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