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These Toby Rogers fics are tearing me apart. Time to get to writing 😞

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

—༉‧₊˚. “ UNDER THE OLD OAK ”

featuring. Ticci Toby — creepy pasta | kink. outdoor sex

synopsis. You met Toby while you were on your nightly jog inside the woods, despite the creepy encounter you had with him you kept coming inside the woods again and again…without fail. Toby got curious on why you didn’t switch trails after you saw him burying a body so he decided to grab the courage to test you and find out.

content warning. Outdoor sex, first time together, kissing, female reader, fingering

authors note. This was a bit..rushed….so it’s not proofread at all and I probably repeated things a lot but anyway TOBY NGH. ..very badly coordinated too like what

Toby observed you from the shadows as you ventured into the woods once again, his heart racing with a mix of curiosity and a hint of nervousness. He had never felt drawn to someone like this before, and he couldn't quite understand why you kept returning to the place where he lurked.

As you turned to face him, Toby's masked face betrayed none of the emotions swirling inside him. "H-hey there. You, uh, a-a-are back.." he stammered, trying to mask his own awkwardness with a playful tone.

You chuckled softly at his attempt at humor, a small smile playing on your lips. "I guess I just have a knack for finding trouble," you replied, your eyes meeting his behind his goggles.

Toby's heart skipped a beat at your words, the mask hiding the blush that crept onto his cheeks. "Yeah, trouble seems to find me too," he admitted, twirling his axe nervously in his hands.

There was a moment of silence between you, the tension palpable in the air. And then, without warning, Toby closed the distance between you and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I, uh... I don't usually do this, but... I can't help feeling drawn to you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

*Ticci Toby hesitated for a moment, his gloved hand reaching up to slowly remove his mask and goggles, revealing his face for the first time to you. His eyes, a mix of apprehension and longing, met yours as he bared himself in more ways than one.*

You felt a surge of emotion at the sight of his exposed face, seeing the vulnerability etched in his features. Without a word, you reached out and gently touched his cheek, your fingertips tracing the scars that adorned his skin.

Toby closed his eyes at your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips, almost as if he were savoring the moment. He leaned into your hand, seeking comfort from the gentle caress, his breath hitching slightly as he allowed himself to be vulnerable in your presence.

"You aren't..." he jerked his neck mid-sentence, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty. "Disgusted of me?" The question hung in the air, heavy with his insecurities and fears. His eyes remained shut, as if he were afraid to see the truth reflected in your gaze.

You felt your heart ache at his words, the vulnerability in his voice striking a chord deep within you. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, a calming gesture that was meant to reassure him.

“Toby,” you murmured softly, leaning closer so he could feel your warmth. “I could never be disgusted by you. You’re so much more than what you think you are.”

His breath caught again, and you could sense the tension in his body, a mix of hope and fear. “But... I’m not n-normal,” he said, his voice trembling as he kept his eyes shut, as if shielding himself from the truth.

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. “Normal is overrated. Everyone has their struggles, their past. You paused, giving him a moment to process your words.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, revealing the glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. Your gaze met his, and in that moment, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you there together.

“I just... I don’t want to be a burden,” he confessed. “I don’t want to drag you down with me in this mess. Theres s-so much you don’t know and-and fuck I don’t want you to end up like the people aro-around m-me.”

You shook your head, your expression firm yet gentle. “You could never be a burden to me. I want to be here for you, I mean that is the reason I keep coming to you.”

His eyes widened, surprise flooding his features. “You really mean that?”

“Yes,” you replied, as your heart raced.

A soft smile broke through the uncertainty on his lips, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the boy beneath the layers of pain. You felt a rush of warmth as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“You’re so fu-fu..fucking corny.” he huffed out.

Toby pulled back slightly, searching your eyes as if trying to read the depths of your feelings. “I... I don’t want to mess this up,” he admitted.

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You won’t. Just be yourself. That’s all I want from you.”

His breath hitched again, and you could see the conflict in his expression. But then, something shifted. The uncertainty in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a flicker of determination. He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, anticipation building as the distance between the two of you began to close. His gaze dropped to your lips, and you instinctively held your breath, waiting.

“Toby,” you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion. “It’s okay.”

With that, he closed the gap, capturing your lips with his in a careful but passionate kiss. It was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to break the moment. But as you responded, deepening the kiss, he seemed to relax, pouring all of his pent-up emotions into that single connection.

You melted against him, your hands tangling in his hair, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. The kiss was a blend of longing and relief. It was everything you both had been holding back, a release of the fears that had kept you apart before.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, you searched his face for any sign of regret. But all you found was a joyful expression on his face .

“Wow,” he breathed, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. “I didn’t expect it to be like that.”

“Neither did I,” you admitted, a shy smile breaking through. “But I’m glad it happened.”

Toby’s eyes sparkled with something new—an emotion that felt like hope. “Me too,” he said softly, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to your forehead.

His expression shifted slightly, a hint of hesitation creeping in as he shifted his weight. “Can I… um, ask y-you something?”

“Of course, Toby. You can ask me anything,” you replied, your voice steady.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flickering to the ground for a moment before meeting your face again. “Do you think… we could, like, do more?”

You visibly paused at his question, a wave of excitement washing over you. You could sense the vulnerability in his words, and you appreciated his honesty. “You mean, like, more than just kissing?” you asked softly, giving him the space to express his feelings.

“Yeah,” he replied, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. “I just… I want to be closer to you. I don’t want to rush anything but- god..if im being honest- i- i-..” He looked down at the tent that started to make itself prominent inside his jeans.

You felt a flutter in your chest at his admission. “Oh. are you sure? I mean here? in the woods??”

He nodded, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. “I am… I really am. Are you?”

You reached out, taking his hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

His expression brightened, a mixture of relief and excitement washing over his features. “So… we can?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, your heart soaring at the thought. “Whenever you’re ready.”

With that, the tension shifted.

Toby took a step closer, his gaze intense and filled of excitement and longing.

“Can I…?” he began, and before you could respond, he gently but firmly took your hand, guiding you toward a nearby tree. The bark was rough against your back as he pressed you against it, his body close to yours.

You felt your breath hitch as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. “I don’t think ill be very good.” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a raw intensity.

His hands found your waist, fingers brushing against your sides, igniting warmth wherever they touched. You could see the look of uncertainty in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by a deep-seated desire. “Is this okay?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability still lacing his tone.

You nodded, your breath coming out in soft gasps. “Yes, it’s more than okay.”

A smile broke through his uncertainty, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. This one was different—filled with urgency and passion, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt in that moment. You responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in his hair once again.

With each kiss, he pressed you further against the tree, deepening the connection between you. You could feel his hard on press up against your inner thigh and it sent a thrill through your body.

As he pulled away for a moment, his forehead resting against yours once more, you could see the fire in his eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. “You make me feel alive.”

Your heart soared at his words, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer again. “Who’s corny now?”

As his hands trailed down your back, he gently lifted the edge of your shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. With a gentle tug, he pulled the fabric over your head, revealing the delicate lace of your bra underneath. His eyes locked with yours.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you gently guide his hands to the clasp of your bra, encouraging him to unhook it. His fingers fumble slightly in his eagerness, but with a soft click, the bra falls away, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. A soft gasp escapes your lips as his eyes roam over your bared skin.

He leaned in for another kiss. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a fiery trail of kisses in their wake, you felt a wave of desire wash over you again. The woods around you were filled with the sound of heavy breathing

As his lips stopped their journey down your body, you reciprocated his actions by trailing kisses along his jawline and down his clothed chest. His breath hitched at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips as your lips were pressing against him.

“Are you going to take off your clothes too?” you questioned, a teasing smile on your lips, but he shook his head, in response.

“Would unbuckling your pants be okay?” you asked, your voice low and filled with hesitation, as if you were giving himthe control in this moment.

His heart raced at your question, excitement and nerves swirling within him. “I-Its more than than okay…” he replied softly

Your expression shifted to one of determination, he took a deep breath, as your hands gently found the waistband of his pants. With careful movements, you began to unbuckle them, your fingers brushing against his skin, sending a thrill through him.

As you worked, you could see the focus in his eyes. It felt intimate, vulnerable, and exhilarating all at once. “Do you want my jacket to keep you warm? You’re completely b-bare.”

You nodded, your pulse quickening as he slowly lowered your pants. “And whose fault is that?” you whispered, feeling more exposed than ever but also incredibly safe in his presence—ironically.

His eyes softened, and he smiled, “Mine. Now c’mon, take the jacket,” he replied, wrapping his jacket around you, the fabric comforting against your skin.

You slipped your arms into the sleeves, feeling the warmth envelop you. “It’s a little big,” you teased, adjusting the jacket, which hung loosely around your frame.

Toby chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you. “You look go-good in it…” His voice trailed off, admiration shining in his eyes.

Without warning, his hands found your waist again. “Hold on,” he said, an impish smile playing on his lips. Before you could fully process what he meant, he lifted you effortlessly off the ground.

Your heart raced as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, clinging to him as you leaned back against the sturdy bark of the tree.

“Wow, you’re stronger than you look,” you laughed, your cheeks flushing.

Toby grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ve got my moments,” he replied, his breath against your neck. As he adjusted his grip, you felt secure in his arms.

“Just don’t drop me,” you teased, your heart racing not just from the thrill of being lifted but from the closeness you shared with him.

“Never,” he promised, his voice low and sincere. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both playful and passionate.

As you melted against him, you felt the rough texture of the tree bark at your back and the softness of his jacket enveloping you. It was a perfect blend of comfort and excitement, and you knew this moment would be etched in your memory forever.

Toby pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection. “I’m more than okay. This is amazing.”

His smile returned, brighter than ever. “Good. Because I want to make it unforgettable.”

As Toby's lips met yours once more in a passionate kiss, his hands trailed down your body, stopping at the waistband of your underwear. With a deft movement, he gently slid the fabric to the side, revealing your most intimate desires to him.

“You’re so wet f-for me..”

Toby's words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, his voice husky with desire. The intimacy of his observation only fueled you.

In a breathless whisper, you responded to Toby, your voice filled with desire and need. "Only for you," you confessed, your words carrying the weight of your longing. The intensity in his eyes grew, reflecting the raw desire that mirrored your own.

His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break you.

"You're trembling," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Are you scared or excited?"

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing the curve of your mouth.face. In the dim moon light that shined between the leaves of the trees outside, Toby's features were cast in shadows, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze.

"I won't hurt you," he promised, his words tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Unless you want me to that is.”

Toby's fingers lowered again and teased your entrance, circling and stroking, before slowly pushing inside. You gasped at the intrusion, your body instinctively clenching around his digits. He groaned at the sensation, his own arousal evident in the way his hips pressed against yours.

As Toby began to move his fingers in and out, you couldn't help but arch your back, pushing yourself further into his touch. He responded by curling his fingers, searching for that special spot that would make you see stars. When he finally found it, you cried out in ecstasy, your legs trembling with the force of your pleasure.

Toby continued to work you over, his fingers moving with expert precision, driving you higher and higher. Your moans and whimpers filled the area around the woods the two of you were in, mingling with the sound of your ragged breathing. The intensity of your climax built with each passing moment, until finally, it crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you gasping for air and shaking with the aftershocks.

As you came down from your high, Toby withdrew his fingers from inside you, bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean. The sight of him tasting your essence sent another wave of desire coursing through your veins, and you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and pleasure.

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"Love Me Dead- Ludo" Part Three

I forgot how fast this bitch runs, I thought while watching her go toward the treeline. I wonder if she remembers the deal.

Fuck, I hope not.

Last year I saw her on a camping trip with her friends, who were assholes anyway so I technically did her a favor by killing them, and decided she was going to be mine.

Well, her ass was going to be mine. I don't really care all that much about her. 

The sound of the snap of a camera, a thump with the crunch of leaves and twigs, and cursing pulled me out of my train of thought, and I looked over at the sources and scoffed.

“T–ell me again how yo–u two dumbasses became prox–oxies?” Glaring at the masked idiots, the one in orange stands up and wipes off the leaves on his pants.

“We were here before you, Twitchy.” He snarls and looks down at the one in yellow who was still on the ground and looking through his camera. 

“So what's her name? I mean, since you've dragged us here to help you play Hide and Seek, I think we should know what to call her.” He looks up at the two of us, his black mask slipping off his face just a bit.

I shake my head and start walking in the direction she started in. 

“Yo–u don’t need to k–know it, and I didn’t wan–nt you two here.” I groan, watching a bird and a fox wrestle in the distance.

 “The Op–op–erator’s just an untrusti–ing bitch,” Mumbling, I kick a rock in front of my boot and look back at the two. “Brian, how long has it been?”

“Two minutes and thirteen seconds.” He looks at his watch and wipes his yellow sleeves of the twigs he fell on and looks through his camera, no doubt looking back at the video he took of the girl he stalked yesterday. 

I roll my eyes and my neck jerks to the right, my knuckles unwillingly cracking inside of my pocket.

I reach my hand up to my left cheek and scratch at the scar, a bad habit that always ends in a bloody, bigger hole than the last. 

I think I’ll just try to find her now, it’s not like she’s counting the seconds.

My hand grasps the hatchet hanging on my waist and I start the walk to the other one a couple yards away, silently praying to any god that she still has that fighting spirit in her that I love breaking so much.

"Love Me Dead- Ludo" Part Two

Loud, chirping birds were not the greatest thing to wake up to with a headache, neither was the wolf spider on my pant leg. The blinding sun wasn’t either, and the twigs stabbing into my back definitely weren’t. 

Groaning, I wince and put my hand over my eyes to block out the deadly rays. The breeze did feel nice, and the smell of the forest was nicer.

I was just about to go back to whatever sleep I woke up from when I realized something that was just a bit off-putting.

I live in the city.

Sitting up too quickly for my head’s liking, my breath hitches in my throat as I take in my surroundings. Trees, trees, a squirrel, trees, and oh look! More trees.

I’m practically hyperventilating when I try to stand up, and I hiss in pain as I look down at my feet. Taking in my appearance, more dread fills my body. No shoes and no socks. 

Whoever took me was kind of smart; a very bad thing.

I wipe the leaves off my jeans and shirt and start scanning everything I can that was in my eyesight, hoping that there was some kind of human life out here.

Not seeing any, I sigh and curse under my breath, knowing that I have to suffer through no foot protection to find a way out of here.

I cringe with every step I take, knowing the amount of blisters I’ll have. Something heavy falls on my right shoulder after a few steps and I freeze. 

I stop breathing as I notice through my peripheral vision that the heavy object is indeed something sharp and that there’s a gloved hand holding it.

It pulls back, slicing through my shoulder when a pop comes from the hand’s wrist. I scream and fall to my knees, hand reaching up to hold the wound as I cry. The person behind me snickers, and crouches down next to me. 

They’re a man, and the object he holds is a hatchet. One that really fucking hurts. 

“Let’s replay our l–last game from last ye–ar, m’kay?” He grins, his neck popping to the left. “You run, and I’ll find you again!” Giggling, he stands back up and puts the hatchet into the harness wrapped around his waist, and I notice the other one on the other side. 

“I can cl–close my eyes if that makes you feel an–y better.” His god-awful smirk makes me want to vomit, or maybe that was just the fear coming back from last year.

Whatever it was, I shuddered and quickly stood up, making a run for it.

“One, two, three-” His voice fades away as I go, and I’m too high on adrenaline to notice the cuts and splinters in my feet. The trees all look the same, the rocks, the logs, everything.

Nothing changes as I run.

Panicking and realizing that I’m still running in a straight line forward, I start taking lefts and rights to throw him off. Is he still counting? I doubt it. Last year he gave me at most five minutes to run, probably less now that I think about it.

I slow down due to my shortness of breath and look down to see a rather large splinter on top of my foot. Something feels off and I get the urge to kneel down and pick it out, so I do.

The second I bend down, a whoosh comes from above me, and I look up to see an axe halfway through the tree in front of me. I widen my eyes and look behind me, seeing him standing there at least 15 feet away.

His hand twitches, his neck popping to the left once again. Before I register the fact that that tree could have been me, I sprint away once again, completely forgetting about my lungs and the splinter in my foot. 

"Love Me Dead- Ludo" Part One

“You’re very tense.” 

The clock ticks, it’s echo bouncing off the beige walls of the plain, boring room. The couch I sit upon is a sad brown, fitting into the rest of the sad theme.

The window sill has plants on it though, very green and happy plants, a complete contrast to the rest of the snowy atmosphere outside.

“I’ve always been tense,” I say, looking away from the window and at the woman in front of me. She smiles a pitiful smile, sympathy she obviously can’t hide flashes through her green eyes. 

“Not always. In your file it says you used to be a very calm and relaxed-”

“It also says I used to have brown hair. How times change,” I smile tightly back at her, sighing as I realize my mistake. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so snippy. I’m just tired and I want to go home.”

She looks at her watch, also sighing as she shuts her notepad and sets it on the coffee table between us. She runs a hand through her hair, clearing her throat as she leans her arms on her knees. 

“I know this is tough, and I know what he did to you, and I know you want to get better, but this takes time. You can’t rush healing. I’m sending you home, and I won’t add this appointment to your bill,” She shushes my protests, raising her hand and making a ‘quit it’ motion, “You need to go home and sleep. You can’t rush this process.”

My keys clank against the trinket bowl as I shrug off my winter jacket, a soft bell following suit with soft, padded thuds. I grin, taking off my boots and shaking the snow out of my dirty blonde hair. My cat, Winston, meows loudly as I crouch down to pet him. 

“You hungry, little dude?” I look at the time on my phone, it reading 5:39 pm. He meows again, butting his head on my leg as I snort and stand up. “Of course you are.”

I walk to my kitchen, setting my phone on the counter as I open the drawer I dedicated to Winston the day I bought my apartment. I pull out wet food for him, opening it and setting it on the ground next to his water bowl.

I lean against the counter and watch him shove his white little face into the bowl to inhale his food.

Shaking my head and laughing a bit, I stop when I notice my phone vibrating. Picking it up and unlocking it, I let out a huh as I open my messages and see my sister texting me.

Donna: I js got a date with the hottest mf I have ever seen

Donna: like smoking hot

Me: someone is actually interested in you? thats a first

Donna: ok ouch

Donna: but yes 

Donna: oh and mom decided shes going to stay at your place for the weeknd

Donna: so get ready to clean

I immediately hit the call button as I read her messages.

“She’s doing what now?” I yell into the phone, wincing as I see Winston puff his tail up and look at me.

“Why would you not tell me this before today? Friday is in three days, and my place is a freaking pigsty. Three days is not enough time to clean, Madonna.” I tell her and start looking around my kitchen, noticing everything I know my mom will criticize the minute she walks into my apartment.

“Uh, probably because I just found out today, and don’t call me Madonna. She called me right before I landed the date with McDreamy,” She states and sighs, and I hear her throw herself on what I assume is her bed. 

“Besides, your place is never a pigsty. It’s always so clean, I could literally eat off your bathroom floor. Speaking of eat, you should also probably cook something, ‘cause we both know she ain’t eatin’ anywhere else.” The southern accent at the last part of her sentence was absolutely awful, but I understood it enough.

“Right, right, of course,” I sigh, hearing a thunk come from my bedroom as I watch Winston race towards the door.

Remembering the fact that I left my window open in my room, I assume a bird managed to fly its way into there, and that that was probably why Winston seemed so interested in it. “So, what’s McDreamy's name? I don’t think you’ve told me yet.” 

I change the subject as I start to walk towards my room to get the poor bird out of there before Winston tortures it. As I turn to go down the hallway, I stop when I notice the bedroom light is on. 

“Oh! His name is Badri, and he owns his own company. ‘Jules Jewels’, or whatever. Anyway, he lives in-” 

The blood rushing through my ears is loud enough to block her voice out, and the fast beat in my chest definitely does not help.

Thousands of True Crime documentary scenes play through my head where my current situation is the beginning scene of a vicious murder. 

I try to swallow down the lump in my throat, but it refuses to leave. I chew on my lip as I slowly walk backwards back into the kitchen, clearing my throat as I walk towards my knife block on my counter. “Sorry, could you repeat that again? You, um, cut out for a second.”

“Mhm! I said that Badri’s sister was getting married next fall, and that she invited us to come to the wedding.” I hum in response, taking out a chef’s knife and taking off the safety cover. 

“I’m sorry Donna, but I’m gonna have to call you back. Kensley’s texting me about when our next therapy session will be.” I lie to her, grasping the knife in my hand tightly. 

“Oh, that’s okay! I’ll call you later to tell you more, love you, bye!” She says right before I hang up on her, and I put my phone in the back pocket of my jeans.

I go over to my sink, turning on the faucet to hopefully drown out my footsteps and any creaking the floor might do as I walk down the hallway to my bedroom. 

I grasp the knife even tighter, furrowing my eyebrows as I hear Winston purr with a deep chuckle and a pop following after. I take a deep breath in, and open the door as quickly as I can.

I drop the knife at the person in front of me, and Winston darts out of the room, startled from the loud noise. 

“Go–good evening to yo–u too, sweets.”

Trigger of Love- JAWNY

~First fan fic, lets goooo. Tell me if somethings off or my spelling needs to be changed, I crave feedback and validation. Have fun reading~ A/N

"I would never t-t-trick you, Y/n," His voice was tinted with disgust, possibly with hurt after what I had said to him.

"Goddammit, p-put down the gu-un for me?" He pleaded, neck twitching to the left, arms and hands shaking in the air. "I love you-"

"No. No, you manipulated me. You took advantage of me when I was at my weakest," It was my turn to look disgusted. I played with the safety catch, debating whether or not I should turn it off and shoot him.

"I loved you, I wanted to marry you," I laughed out, "and then I see your mugshot on that damn TV."

I tried to look into his hazel eyes, but they were covered by those stupid fucking orange goggles. He looked better without them, or his mask. He said he wore them because he was self conciseness of his looks, but now that I know what he's done, I don't think I believe him anymore.

He lowered his arms and tried to step closer, freezing when he heard a click. "Y/n-"

"Don't move any fucking closer," I point the gun at his head, finger already on the trigger. I stepped back, eyeing the hatchets that hung on his belt. I knew better than to turn away from a serial killer, but I could barely think, mind racing with the crimes he's done.

When I did I saw something that almost made my heart stop. More like someone, I guess.

"Sorry princess, nothing personal." And that was the last thing I saw before I felt like I got hit with a brick and passed out.

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"Damn Toby, you really got a good one."

"I'm aware, Brian."

"Holy shit, she looks good in those jeans."

"Tim, I will f-fucking decapitate you and feed y-y-your flesh to Seedeater."