YOUR NAME IS JANE CROCKER: SEX MACHINE.
YOU’VE JUST HAD A SHITHOLE OF A DAY, A DAY THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO GRAB IT BY THE BALLS AND RIP. YOU MESSED UP YOUR CONFESSION TO THAT PUSSY ACROSS FROM YOU, YOUR DAD COULD BE IN NORTH KOREA FOR ALL YOU KNOW, DIRK IS FUCKING YELLING IN YOUR EAR ABOUT SOME SHIT, AND THERE’S THESE TITTY-FUCKIN’ RED LINES EVERYWHERE.
TT: Jane, what are you doing here?
TT: GTFO.
TT: You can’t escape the miles!
GG: Sheesh, I guess you’re right.
GG: Maybe you can’t escape them…
GG: BUT YOU CAN CRUSH THEM.
DIRK OBVIOUSLY DOES NOT ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR ENORMOUS STRENGTH. HOW HARD IS IT TO GET A LITTLE DAMN RESPECT FROM SOME MOTHERFUCKERS?
YOU ALL BETTER RECOGNISE THE CROCKER COCK DESTROYER, YOU PIECES OF SHIT.
>START PUNCHING. EVERYWHERE.
full adventure is here if you are interested.
