“Oh-ho! You are quite the devil dancing with a dandelion,” Geraldine laughed, slapping Tiberius on the chest. “You have such wit about your warthole. Shall we sup together this eve? Or perhaps upon the morrow if this night doesn’t suit? It would be best for us to get to know each other on a more personable level, to forge a bond that can transcend our animosity towards one another. Of course, I won’t promise to shut my tripper trapper when it comes to my loyalties, and no doubt your tongue will dance the dinglehop in my direction whenever a debate arises, but Maxy and I have found fertile
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