w5 curfew: take me to spurch i'll twerk like a rat at the shrine of your shirts

[messy]

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[inquired]

Apparently never.

[messy]

Can't believe there's someone out there who's even worse than my ex-boyfriend... We should get, like, a space restraining order.

[inquired]

This is no time for restraint. It's time for blowing up the ship.

[ violence is the answer ]

[messy]

Oh, it's been time for the last six weeks. Let's light this bitch up!