Once Again If I’m Not Mistaken, This Can Once Contained Tomato Paste

Weaker sandwich, sounds like it would have a lot of mayonnaise on it, and maybe like a hunk of beef, and also those weird bits of lettuce that you never seen or expect in a sandwich, and it’s like a complete surprise when you take a wrong bite

You know what, fuck it. I'm usually definitely not into "just make them a throuple!!". But my brain is rebellious and immediately started to think about First Aid/Springer/Impactor, so thank you!

BASED

Who's in the middle? Is First Aid living his dream of a wrecker sandwich with nurse bot filling? 🤭

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Such a sophisticated doggie

it’s 2028. trump is dead. elon is dead. zuckerberg is dead bezos is dead they’re all dead

all upstairs neighbours have to die

We have always existed, and we always will.

Star woke up warm. Which was odd, he never was warm, usually whatever blankets he was using either got stolen or misplaced, then only warmth usually came From his comrades who he was sleeping with. Scrunched up like sardines just waiting for someone to pick them up one by one and eat them. But not today, or morning he thought, today was warm, maybe even hot.

And it didn’t smell like fresh cement, it smelled like drywall. Another odd thing. And the blankets around him were not scratchy or itchy or small, in fact they not only covered him completely(minus his head), they also seemed to be furry. He slowly creaking open his eyes, just for a minute, in case he broke whatever dream or spell he was under.

He was in an aggressively orange room, even the door was painted a sharp clementine. Despite his original opinion, he hated this, and his blankets, shades of yellow that could rival the sun burned his eyes. His eyes! Star almost missed how odd everything looked, not only were the colors more vibrant, everything gave a new form of texture. He would say they felt the same, but he had never felt such things before. Honestly, he… his hands, they were also changed. He looked at them, soft squishy things with something hard at its core. Pick able, more flexible the his old ones, gouging as to chipping. Freaky, he froze, touching his face and his neck, and looking at his feet. He was a lumpy blobby flesh thing, all the way through, he was fully human now. He screamed,covered his head under the covers, and then cried.

A story because I was sad.

Prolog

Consequences, Mel Morgenstern knew there would be many, with every decision lately, but especially with as bold a decision he had made. No, decision wasn’t quite right, more of… action, moment, emotion even. He knew he should’ve kept his hands out of Vera’s pants,but he didn’t. And now he was looking at the screaming and shitting consequences. A boy. Ugg, a filthy baby boy, he was ashamed of himself for being almost excited when Vera had secretly called him. What was the name again? Star? Stephan? Whatever it was, it was a loud ugly hairless thing. He put his thumb in his mouth, just to see what would happen, and the thing had the audacity to suckle! His thumb! Like an idiot! But at least he quieted down, and looked at him. Really looked at him, with the big eyes, and a reminder of her smile, of his mistake. He had to get rid of this thing, ohh but he had promised her. To take care of the boy, well, what could be better than robotic enhancements to protect him, or better yet an adult upgrade!

Mal smiled as he walked to one of his top scientists laboratory, Sergio Webb. The covered blanket in his hands only wiggling now, unaware of its journey to do…protection. Yes, better protection. Frankly Vera would probably thank him for this, he probably wouldn’t mind, and children are a lot to handle…

Happy new year, started with someone licking my feet!

Yes

before 2024 is over does anyone want to admit they're lying to themselves

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