[ LOGIC - It occurs to you as she leads you through the street and to the shady little establishment that this is *actually* happening. You're going to have sex with this woman. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Oh no, here we go. Time for the boring nerds to bring the vibe down by making you overthink getting laid. This is what happens when you're sober. Is there any liquid courage you can down before this? INLAND EMPIRE - There's a much bigger problem you have yet to account for. The furnace is empty and broken, cold for too many years. You can't even get it up to a third-page spread. PAIN THRESHOLD - You are going to take a lot of damage if you're unable to perform. Mind your heart please. ]
Cock goes in cunt? Something, something, orgasm.
[ With all the brain damage and memory loss though... he gets the distinct impression that he was not getting much even long before his amnesia. He's shrugging off his jacket and loosening his tie, a few more articles of clothing on than her. Oh god, she's actually going to get naked in the next few seconds isn't she?
COMPOSURE [FAILURE] - Oh no, avert your eyes, quick! HALF LIGHT - No you stupid fuck, how the hell do you think this works? PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - You're so fucking disgusting. A swollen gut and chicken legs that don't match up. Dinky boy, you really did not think this one through the whole way.
His throat erupts with a loud rumble, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, morale taking a beating with every passing moment. Be brave, Harry. ]
I think you should, uh, be on top though. It'd be better that way.
[ Then, mangled and unable to comprehend which is which, a cascade of screams flood his brain and all with a different tone. ]
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ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Oh no, here we go. Time for the boring nerds to bring the vibe down by making you overthink getting laid. This is what happens when you're sober. Is there any liquid courage you can down before this?
INLAND EMPIRE - There's a much bigger problem you have yet to account for. The furnace is empty and broken, cold for too many years. You can't even get it up to a third-page spread.
PAIN THRESHOLD - You are going to take a lot of damage if you're unable to perform. Mind your heart please. ]
Cock goes in cunt? Something, something, orgasm.
[ With all the brain damage and memory loss though... he gets the distinct impression that he was not getting much even long before his amnesia. He's shrugging off his jacket and loosening his tie, a few more articles of clothing on than her. Oh god, she's actually going to get naked in the next few seconds isn't she?
COMPOSURE [FAILURE] - Oh no, avert your eyes, quick!
HALF LIGHT - No you stupid fuck, how the hell do you think this works?
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - You're so fucking disgusting. A swollen gut and chicken legs that don't match up. Dinky boy, you really did not think this one through the whole way.
His throat erupts with a loud rumble, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, morale taking a beating with every passing moment. Be brave, Harry. ]
I think you should, uh, be on top though. It'd be better that way.
[ Then, mangled and unable to comprehend which is which, a cascade of screams flood his brain and all with a different tone. ]