Death Without A Goal
Ivy Heather: "Symbols In The Basement. Take 2, Chapter Eight: Result Of My Imaginenation."
Director: "Action!"
Sammy slung Y/n over his shoulder. Y/n kept slipping as the ink stained Y/n's clothes. "Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known?" Y/n asked Sammy. "Dat ass." Sammy responded, looking at Y/n's butt.
Director: *sighs*
Director: "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy............what are we gonna do with you?"
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