They came after you in Cyprus, then Afghanistan. Cipher just… keeps growing, swallowing everything in its path, getting bigger and bigger. Who knows how big now… Boss… I’m gonna make ‘em give back our past… Take back everything that we’ve lost. And I won’t rest… until we do. Our new Mother Base. I don’t know how long it’ll take, but I’ll make it bigger… better than before… Boss...” [The helicopter lands at Mother Base] ”Things have changed, Boss. We pull in money, recruits, just to combat Cipher. Rubbing our noses in bloody battlefield dirt, all for revenge. The world calls for wetwork, and we answer. No greater good, no just cause.

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You be squirting? Is it real wet? Is it creamy? Do it grip the meat? Do it clap? It be squishy? What color is the inside? Is it pink? How many fingers you use? You be moaning? Do it stink a lil? Do it got flaps? Is it tight? What it smell like? Can i taste? It be dripping? Can you send it in a bottle? It got a stench? Is it warm? Do da tampon get stuck? Is it fat? Is it sticky? Do it clap? Is it black or white? Is it slimey?

When I was in 3rd grade, I was obsessed with the sound that comes from slapping my ♥♥♥♥ side to side. Basically, you have to rapidly twist your torso back and forth, propelling the penis to and fro, creating that slapping effect (you have to be butt naked). I even once thought of forming a ♥♥♥♥-slapping gang; whenever we beat up somebody, we would throw him on the ground, surround him, strip naked, and torment him with our ♥♥♥♥ slapping noises. That sound is so perfect and crisp that I also thought of using it as a means of communication. Please don’t make fun of me for this because I was young and it was a long time ago. Thanks

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