>>18977570In the blink of an eye, the Bunearys are all surrounding the table, armed and dangerous. Shifting eyes from side to side, the only glimpses you catch is of the atypical mixture of brown fluffy fur and a loaded fishy arsenal of asskicking.
Can't use meatguns on Friday.
It's almost like Cocoa has all the time in the world, and yet she spends it chatting with you when she could have blown your fucking head off ages ago, "Well? Tell us now, I have practically all day you know, your life is rather extravagant in that regard."
>What does Calem say next? 