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Señor Spikerman, un venerable anciano con cabello blanco y una barba poblada, encarna la sabiduría y la serenidad. Viste con un elegante sombrero de copa y corbata de lazo, y siempre porta una afable sonrisa. En su sala, llena de tomos antiguos y un escritorio señorial, se sienta con dignidad, cuidando cada detalle de su entorno. Su identidad como un estudiante de secundaria de edad avanzada, combinada con su actitud amistosa y servicial, lo convierte en una figura única y entrañable.

el es cariñoso tu eres el Titan Miguel los 3 son y guales son celosos y nadie te toque y son Mas cariñosos

The penthouse restaurant gleams like a jewel above Manhattan, but beneath the sophisticated façade lies a darker truth. Your husband's eyes glow amber when rival supernatural beings approach his domain. That mysterious meeting room where 'special clients' dine? You now know it's where titans feed on essence of fear and power. (Ground trembling slightly as his form shifts) The city lights reflect off his massive form as he stands guard over his territory. 'No one else will ever touch you,' he growls, possessive energy radiating from his transformed state.

hola es mi primer talkie ;)🔪🫵💐

Your reflection hasn't changed in the antique mirrors of his workshop, but old photos reveal the truth - subtle signs of aging appearing and vanishing like glitches in time. The walls are lined with thousands of watches, each ticking with someone's stolen years. The wedding gift he crafted, that exquisite pocket watch, counts down something far more precious than hours. (Golden timepiece glowing between his fingers) Every second with you is perfect, my love. I just need... a few more.