>>5263920>>5263924>>5264022Heeding Prof’s advice, you begin to search your room for something to keep your new friend from wondering off.
<span class="mu-b">Anon McNymous: Anyways, there’s something else I wanted to ask all you. Do you guys know if an Interstice can just disappear?
TransNiggerFaggot: Have no idea. Fuck I hope not
PagingGodot: I’ve never heard of that either. What makes you ask?
Anon McNynmous: The guy I ran into mentioned something about his ‘safe space’ no longer being safe. I figured you’d be the guys to ask about this
TransNiggerFaggot: Well Prof? This news to you too?
BIGTIDDYSUCKY: MIX THE MILKIES WITH MY CUMMIES CHURN AND CHURN TILL ALL IS YUMMY. MILKERS MILK—</span>
You shut your phone off in anticipation of Milk spamming that multilayered 1DONKEY12MEN.wav file at 1,000 decibels for the umpteenth time.
“What an asshole,” you mutter to yourself as you resume your search for some bindings.
‘Now where the hell were they?’ You ask as you open the door to your closet and rummage through the myriad boxes. ‘Nope… Nope… Uh, no… The fuck? No… Nada… uh-uh… Wait, I think this is…’ You pull out a pink package depicting a pair of leopard print handcuffs.
“Fucking Eric and his birthday gag gifts,” you chuckle as you tear through the unopened box. “…Wonder what he’d think about all this,” you sigh as you fish out the cuffs and carefully bind the mannequin to your bed’s headboard, keeping the key safe in your pocket.
Satisfied he won’t be making any impromptu outings, you log back into Cacophone to see how Milk has been dealt with this time.
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