=> Midnight Pub
=> ~walghvogel
A thick magenta mist swirls out the ventilation shafts and throughout the Polyurethane Mines, knocking out the prison labor. Teen Cabbage awakes to the strong musk of a Thornapple Valley Bun-sized Smoke Sausage being waved under his nose by Maurora, whose affections inspired the Wizier's jealous rage.
"Come, husband," she snarls, "the Pontiac Vibe awaits."
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