Electrk. approaches reg.
"Welcome to the Salty Spitoon. How Tough are ya?"
"I stubbed my toe the other day while watering my spice garden..."
"I've been crying for three days. I'm dying of dehydration, please help me"
"Listen, buddy. I think you'd be MUCH more comfortable over at THAT place."
Electrk. Has been directed to Weenie Hut Jr's. You gonna take that?
plexy approaches reg.
"Welcome to the Salty Spitoon. How Tough are ya?"
"I opened a pickle jar."
"Yeah, so?"
Reg is now Questioning plexy. You will have to reassure your toughness to reg.
While plexy works on a comment, SPONG THE CUCK KILLER approaches reg.
"Welcome to the Salty Spitoon. How Tough are ya?"
"reg i'm gonna make one thing clear. if you don't let me in right this loving second, the last few hours of your life will be spent with you lying in pure agony, wondering why i left you alive as you hear the flatline growing ever closer. i'm gonna bring your bitch into the room and loving mount her on top of your mangled, tenderized meat sack of a body and make her scream my name into your ears. YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU CRAWLED OUT OF YOUR MOTHER'S MEAT FLAPS YOU loving BALD CORAL BLUE NUMBER FOUR LIP LOOKING PIECE OF stuff"
"I never had a bitch. Nice try."
Reg is unphased. His mood has not been affected towards you in the slightest.
While SPONG THE CUCK KILLER works on a comment, weird ass ball thing approaches reg.
"Welcome to the Salty Spitoon. How Tough are ya?"
"Lettings through or I make you into fish kebab"
"You don't even have arms, how do you expect me to think you are tough?"
Reg is questioning weird ass ball thing.
(i'll do the rest tomorrow, note that any character submitted DURING a day, will not appear in line until the following day)
