Riddled with mold

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But like what if Jango was a freak doing all kinds of freaky things to his clones

'decomissioning' not just meaning death because they let jango play with you first

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

Recently read an evil and fucked up story about evil and fucked up people doing evil and fucked up stuff and I glanced at the reviews and so many of them were negative reviews saying "this is evil and fucked up >:(" and I'm like. Why are you here.

first one at the bay gar gets to fuck me

gay bar.

Imagine once after Thorin has recovered from his injuries, Balin approaches Bilbo solemly to ask if he could sign the appropriate paperwork now that they finally have some time, and he and Thorin seemed to have worked everything out, presenting him with the marriage contract. Bilbo just stares, going completely white before storming off to the sick bay, kicking the door open and yelling, "Thorin Oakenshield, did you marry me without bothering to tell me?!"