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“Well, my memory is a bit fuzzy, but it seems that I only care for women, ever since that bastard of a brother of mine, created his wives! ROBOT wives! I just couldn’t take it. I once raped his Farra gynoid, and broke her down. I forgot what happened next. But Farra Stevens ''did'' give me an old discarded robot to fuck with. Best part of it is: ''she’s broken''! After I learned that I destroyed five of his wives that he ''foolishly'' built, I went off of men forever. We’d just had a parting of ways, but that was it. I fucked Farra, and that was it. I couldn’t recall what happened next. Why did you ask?” | “Well, my memory is a bit fuzzy, but it seems that I only care for women, ever since that bastard of a brother of mine, created his wives! ROBOT wives! I just couldn’t take it. I once raped his Farra gynoid, and broke her down. I forgot what happened next. But Farra Stevens ''did'' give me an old discarded robot to fuck with. Best part of it is: ''she’s broken''! After I learned that I destroyed five of his wives that he ''foolishly'' built, I went off of men forever. We’d just had a parting of ways, but that was it. I fucked Farra, and that was it. I couldn’t recall what happened next. Why did you ask?” | ||
Latest revision as of 21:36, 13 January 2012
“Well, my memory is a bit fuzzy, but it seems that I only care for women, ever since that bastard of a brother of mine, created his wives! ROBOT wives! I just couldn’t take it. I once raped his Farra gynoid, and broke her down. I forgot what happened next. But Farra Stevens did give me an old discarded robot to fuck with. Best part of it is: she’s broken! After I learned that I destroyed five of his wives that he foolishly built, I went off of men forever. We’d just had a parting of ways, but that was it. I fucked Farra, and that was it. I couldn’t recall what happened next. Why did you ask?”
You said, “No reason.”
Heather then giggled, “Oh, you’re funny… that’s what makes you unique. Maybe we could be best buddies.”
You pointed the remote at her, as Heather looked at you.
“What are you pointing me with??” She asked, “I think… I remember…”
You better retaliate… but you hesitate… Heather comes to you… and you…