My name is...URK!
Ack! Bork! Geep!
So, let's you and me go wallsing.
'K? Up for it? Please?
You're our only hope.
Which is what I prefer to believe, given the lack of any real evidence.
A synonym for collapsing shelter.
Which is a place where you lie, waiting for the swarm of rats.
Click around my tiny wrists, you handsome devils.
But let's keep it our quiet kinky secret, 'K?
Watch the skies, mate!
Do I know you?, he/she/it said, in passing.
Hey. Why not?
Yes, I am, but still allowed to look.
Which I am all too glad to do.