>>93282507In the ancient days there was a warrior by the name of Arzox. Arzox was noble, proud, and had a ten incher. He would go into battle and swing his mighty weapon around slapping his foes across their face and honestly it was kind of hot. Because they were women. Then those women would go back to their fathers bruised but it would be nothing compared to the bruises they would get from their dads beating them. And these women would be beaten until they bled and crawled to their rooms crying.
