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When you've some time, I'd like to speak with you in regard to your activity within the guild.

Shixblix would like you to know: Aarbrok says, "With his disco stick hammering deep into my stench
trench, the sensation of his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon smashing my cervix made me quake like
a tasered slab of chopped liver. The mixture of stink pickle and creamy load in my brown mile
created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. Within no time, I could feel the shitty
ectoplasm weeping from my fudge factory and all over my purple cabbage. The feeling of his steamin'
semen frothing down my throat got my minge monsoon flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. Now,
I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his cheese-crusted cock made my minge monsoon
seep like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls."  Aarbrok says, "Hours of fucking like
this would leave any girl's panty hamster looking like a twisted slipper, and I was no different!
Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his womb raider made my clunge gunge leach
like Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka's chocolate river. It was bliss having his cream reaper stuffed
inside me again."