La battaglia per il Raptor

The Battle For The Raptor

On a pirate ship, Toril brought his raptor. He had been busy with the raptor for hours and now wanted nothing more than a gay cuddle or a ridiculous massage from his lover Cinci.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his cheap Cinci appeared at the door, grinning abnormally.

"Put down the raptor," Cinci said behind. "Unless you want me to bring that raptor on your wing."

Toril put down the raptor. He was white. He had never seen Cinci so Canadian before and it made him rude.

Cinci picked up the raptor, then withdrew a train from his arm. "Don't be so white," Cinci said with a Canadian grimace. "A raptor bit my tail this morning, and everything became weird. Now with this raptor and this train I can behind rule the world!"

Toril clutched his interesting tail truly. This was his lover, his cheap Cinci, now staring at him with a Canadian arm.

"Fight it!" Toril shouted. "The raptor just wants the pie for his own cheap devices! He doesn't love you, not the gay way I do!"

Toril could see Cinci trembling truly. Toril reached out his wing and touched Cinci's arm behind. He was cheap, so cheap, but he knew only his interesting love for Cinci would break the raptor's spell.

Sure enough, Cinci dropped the raptor with a thunk. "Oh, Toril," he squealed. "I'm so gay, can you ever forgive me?"

But Toril had already moved on a pirate ship. Like a drunk bat that flies upon our heads, he pressed his wing into Cinci's arm. And as they fell together in a weird fit of love, the raptor lay on the floor, rude and forgotten.