Liz's Bestie ● Helvetica ● ● Jigglypuff ● Jeff Vader
And what was this? Standing at the buffet table with his half burnt shoes that he'd managed to get rid of the odour from, Charles looked down at the table in disgust. This sub-standard plastic passed for food? Yeah, okay. At least here, he might not get puked on. Or set on fire.
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