voicetestingggggg god help me. aiming for next cycle.

[satana]

Are you forizzle right now? Oh, no, no no no.

Look, I don't care whatever deprived childhood you had to roll around in, cuz if we're getting up into the compare and contrast contest, oh, honey, am I ever going to win, and have I got the stories to prove it. You could crack out some junk about dirty hobo uncles stickin' things where they don't belong or dragon fighting or whatever and it still ain't gonna be a good enough reason for you tossing this lady to the dogs.

You hearin' me, muchacha? Because mama doesn't care who's got the puppet strings so long as she's got the scissors. And I don't do horror flicks. Sure don't do spaceships.

Especially don't share headspaces with dudes who smell like they've been rolling in llama yarf. Lemme out. This is not happening.

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[adlered]

Charming.

[ come to mama adler, santana. despite your deplorable english, you're not half bad if you're saying that shit. ]

I am curious about the dragon fighting, personally.

[mohawks]

There is no point in all the whining, Lopez. Those puppet-strings don't cut.

[excitedly]

- )(E)(E)(E)(
I don't t)(ink the place is going to be reel scary until much later.

[manipulativni]

All things considered, you could be going somewhere much worse than a spaceship.

[ but she's not any happier about potentially heading there. ]

[bestpartyever]

Woah, Santana. That's a bit on the graphic side. Space sounds kind of killer, are you going to be alright?