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Once again gritting his jaws to reveal his pearly whites. Sharp, grip and tear, and strong. 19000 pounds per square inch, need to be reminded once more? And a tactical mind. He's nature's sufficient assassin of the seven seas.

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Brushing Apple's hair with his own hands, a small smile on his face. It's like looking at a baby version of him. "Not all kids were born with a silver spoon in their mouths; you are special, Apple."

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Still alive. 🫶

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"...Oh my god, tomorrow's Valentine's Day."

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🐚//: Yall, I'm still here, I ain't gone anywhere, don't worry. Big Brother is watching you. 🫶

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[He pinned her against the bed, he's on top of her. Fat dick entering her pussy, just pounding away. The bed is creaking like crazy, it's up to debate if the residents can hear the bed creaking.]

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[Cracking his knuckles, holding up a peace sign to the sky while sending a prayer to his father.] Hey pops, you gonna see me be a man once more, you got another grandkid in the making. Let's do it, baby.

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You rang?

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Gently placing Apple in his crib, a pacifier in his mouth. He chuckled to himself as he sat next to the crib on his rocking chair. "Moses," he started laughing quietly into a blanket. "Moses! Yeah, that, that's how you got here, Apple. You'll understand eventually."

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But he lived here. Maybe she's a visitor that needs a tour, or better yet, a place of her own on this island? No need to give the silent treatment, might as well answer her. "They call me Stunts, because I pimp my ride in the race tracks. How about you, dear?"

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Well they better not stare for long, his stomach began to groan, like a whale's song. He got up, hand to his gut, a wincing face. "Blehhh, I got the munchies." And turning to face them. A bit startled honestly, he almost fell out of his hammock. "O-Oh sh- uh, hi there, friend- may I help you?"

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Laying on a hammock, sleeping with a photo album on his lap.

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Oh look, Cheech and Chong is playing on the tv-

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💧

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Mogege

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The song Hypno K.K. played on the radio. Up until that point, he was just washing dishes in peace. Oh, that song made him shudder. He slowly turned to face the radio as it played such an eerie tune; something, or someone, is watching him. There is only one person who is associated with that song...

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The sound of a baby wailing, disheartening and concerning. Particularly, it was Apple; he hasn't seen his mom all night. His dad instincts kicked in, as both he and the baby, marched to the Mayoress's office. "It's okay, Apple, look, mom's here now... say hi to mom, shhhh..."

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"Oh, and our cousin Pete said hi, Apple." Face scrunching a scowl, "how nice of him."

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"Oh, Apple, you got a bright future ahead of you. For me and your mother, too, but this is about you at the moment. We'd wanna see you become successful. We'll prepare you for the world, and we'll make sure the world doesn't weigh in on you."

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"When I was a baby," he lectured Apple, "my mom and dad made sure I was safe and sound." Gently placing the bottle cap into the baby's mouth, cradling him with his other arm. "If my dad is seeing us right now, well, he's smiling. Big time. We can't see grandpa, but he's happy for us."

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Once again gritting his jaws to reveal his pearly whites. Sharp, grip and tear, and strong. 19000 pounds per square inch, need to be reminded once more? And a tactical mind. He's nature's sufficient assassin of the seven seas.

Brushing Apple's hair with his own hands, a small smile on his face. It's like looking at a baby version of him. "Not all kids were born with a silver spoon in their mouths; you are special, Apple."

Still alive. 🫶

"...Oh my god, tomorrow's Valentine's Day."

🐚//: Yall, I'm still here, I ain't gone anywhere, don't worry. Big Brother is watching you. 🫶

[He pinned her against the bed, he's on top of her. Fat dick entering her pussy, just pounding away. The bed is creaking like crazy, it's up to debate if the residents can hear the bed creaking.]

[Cracking his knuckles, holding up a peace sign to the sky while sending a prayer to his father.] Hey pops, you gonna see me be a man once more, you got another grandkid in the making. Let's do it, baby.

You rang?

Gently placing Apple in his crib, a pacifier in his mouth. He chuckled to himself as he sat next to the crib on his rocking chair. "Moses," he started laughing quietly into a blanket. "Moses! Yeah, that, that's how you got here, Apple. You'll understand eventually."

But he lived here. Maybe she's a visitor that needs a tour, or better yet, a place of her own on this island? No need to give the silent treatment, might as well answer her. "They call me Stunts, because I pimp my ride in the race tracks. How about you, dear?"

Well they better not stare for long, his stomach began to groan, like a whale's song. He got up, hand to his gut, a wincing face. "Blehhh, I got the munchies." And turning to face them. A bit startled honestly, he almost fell out of his hammock. "O-Oh sh- uh, hi there, friend- may I help you?"

Laying on a hammock, sleeping with a photo album on his lap.

Oh look, Cheech and Chong is playing on the tv-

💧

Mogege

The song Hypno K.K. played on the radio. Up until that point, he was just washing dishes in peace. Oh, that song made him shudder. He slowly turned to face the radio as it played such an eerie tune; something, or someone, is watching him. There is only one person who is associated with that song...

The sound of a baby wailing, disheartening and concerning. Particularly, it was Apple; he hasn't seen his mom all night. His dad instincts kicked in, as both he and the baby, marched to the Mayoress's office. "It's okay, Apple, look, mom's here now... say hi to mom, shhhh..."

"Oh, and our cousin Pete said hi, Apple." Face scrunching a scowl, "how nice of him."

"Oh, Apple, you got a bright future ahead of you. For me and your mother, too, but this is about you at the moment. We'd wanna see you become successful. We'll prepare you for the world, and we'll make sure the world doesn't weigh in on you."

"When I was a baby," he lectured Apple, "my mom and dad made sure I was safe and sound." Gently placing the bottle cap into the baby's mouth, cradling him with his other arm. "If my dad is seeing us right now, well, he's smiling. Big time. We can't see grandpa, but he's happy for us."

Guess it's my turn to look after you, Apple. Poseidon said it's only fair. Not to mention your mother gave me a bottle of milk for you.

Like two stag beetles fighting to the death.

Did I do something

Look he said, "whale" and I thought he meant the orca we met a while ago...

I thought you got used to the orca by now.

💧

💦

And Knuckles!