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[painteddoll]

I can only hope you do not experience the great tragedy of becoming so much less fun when the master returns.

And do please allow me to "speak" with the little girl, also. She's a cautious little bug, you would have absolutely nothing to worry about, precious faun. I know that you know how apropos it would be, since you're feeling much the same way.

All this contempt is so sweet and delicious.

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[coolerwithamerman]

...I'd still love to know how.

[He is a sick fuck isn't he? Plans and plots. Would the gods give them their own carnival if they asked nicely? ...It'd be an easy scenario but the problem with the intellectual is that they can't see past logic and reason. It stands to reason that these people would die eventually if inflicted in a sort of beautiful torture. Logically they'd have to die (logistically it'd be easy.)]

Pretty enough to blow Japan out of the water.

[painteddoll]

[How? Oh, how! Doll bats her eyelashes and claps her hands. A demonstration! She flourishes them in front of her, presenting to him, the apparent sinner, herself, then curtsies like the ballerina she might have been. Or might have been modeled after. Or...

With a beckoning finger, she motions him closer to her. An attendee with a front row seat, how exciting this will be!]

[coolerwithamerman]

[Boldly go. That was NASA's motto. And like the scientist he was he takes one step forward, and then another.]

[painteddoll]

[Doll puckers her lips and makes an exaggerated kissing noise, almost cartoonishly unrealistic. But her lids are all a-flutter and she's craning her neck, putting her perfect, pink lips very near his. I dare you.]