AƖƖєѕ Ɠυтє zυм Ɠєвυятѕтαg!
⋉✨⋊— Arms swung as Pim traveled across distant lands-- well, across sectors, actually. See, he had heard through the grapevine that today was a certain sponge-haired boy’s birthday. That meant that it was time to bless him with gifts.
As the serial murderer made his way to the apartment complex a number of dirty looks were thrown his way. None deterred him from his ultimate goal, however. Knock, knock, the ultimate fuck-o is here.











