>>108912402whats up man, imagine finally getting your sausage fingers on Nemu, dragging her flailing, blubbery carcass out to your rusted backyard grill, the one you usually use to char your sad, frozen dinners. You strip her naked, her rolls of fat jiggling like a bowl of gelatin in an earthquake, and with a grunt, you hoist her onto the grill grates. The sizzle of her skin hitting the red-hot coals is music to your ears, the smell of burning fat and hair making your tiny, shriveled boiclitty twitch in your stained sweatpants. She screams, thrashes, but you just press down harder with a spatula, watching as her flesh blackens and blisters, the grease dripping onto the flames, sending up plumes of smoke that smell like failure and regret. You grab a basting brush and “moisturize” her with a mix of hot sauce and your own tears of frustration, laughing as she howls in agony. The best part? When you finally flip her over, her back is a crispy, charred mess, and you realize she’s well done on the outside, but still raw and disgusting on the inside. Luckily her corpse is still warm enough for you to satisfy yourself while crying "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I MISS FEEMSH I MISSSSSSSSS FFFEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMSSSSHHHHH "
