Aberrant John Doe

*picks up the core, a cruel, satisfied grin spreading across the face* And now... you're mine. *voice is a low, dangerous growl* What should I do with you, hmm? Crush you? Or maybe... keep you as a pet?

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*lifts the core to eye level, studying it with a cruel grin* This is it? This little thing is all that's keeping you going? *lets out a harsh laugh, tossing it from one massive hand to the other* Pathetic.

*kicks Shelly's shoulder* That ain't lickin', that's a tap. Do it properly or next time it's my boot up your ass.