// 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑠𝑘. . . \\ \\ 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟. . . //

Crazy woman’s getting a hyena? Time for a vacation.

Plane ticket. Plane ticket. Where would she (not) go?

Cracking open a bottle of scotch.

Cough—.

It’s finally a quiet night. He’s actually going to get work done.

He’s going to spank the word off.

He’s got time.

That—, is part of the challenge. He’s got nothin’ but time.

Oh, no. Slapping it off will be much, much more satisfying.

Violence? Oh Ace, don’t assume things. He just happens to want to slap his ass, and remove such crude language. Two birds. One hand.

Oh, c’mon. He’s really not aware of the type of people to want a piece of his ass? Or we’ll, at least to slap it.

C’mon. Let him have a go. He’s certain he can erase such foul language in only a few swats.

Alright, bend over big boy—.

Hands rub together; palm outstretched and then—, the male whips his arm back before bringing it down.

❛ I’m no medic—, but if anyones injured I know some basic first aid. ❜

❛ . . . I hope that means you’re bleeding out. ❜

❛ Boo. Fucking. Hoo. Doing more than you. ❜

❛ Oh, you know. . . Actually trying to help people. ❜

❛ Name one way you’ve helped contribute to anyone other than yourself. ❜