The character collapses! My kin-ma is your pussy.

You are God for me. I was told that there was such a world, and it is pleasant to be jealous. It was so painful at first, of course, but as I had been kicked, it seemed to me that I would be jealous. The smell of socks that have been worn for a long time, with its feet clogging my kin. Like a butter dog, I'm going to let you play kumni, blame me for my ass with a penny bread, lick my weakly suffering face, and drink deliciously the extract coming out of my kin-ma that has become a ginger, correctly, you are God.