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Emma ❀
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Aug 30, 2016 05:41PM

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"Yeah. Great idea. Scare it into submission." Came a sleepy voice behind him. He turned to see another satyr with curly blonde fur on his legs and a face full of acne. His mouth was covered in orange powder, Cheetos maybe. A greasy mullet clung to his scalp that looked as if hadn't seen a pair of scissors or soap in ages.
"Oh no. Not Brock..." Cricket moaned under his breath.
"Anywaysss..." Brock hissed, spewing saliva into the air. Cricket sighed as a droplet hit his ear.
"Firstly, say it don't spray it. Secondly, there's no S on that word. What do you want?"
"Wanna here a gnarly sample I wrote for my Mixtape."
"No." Cricket searched desperately for an exit. There! He settled on the silohuette of a camper coming through the fields and ran toward it. "Help me!"


