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Post by The Rocketmen on Mar 31, 2018 9:33:37 GMT -5
Puck looks around to see Cannon, the potion peddler.
"What the hell are you doing all the way out here in the middle of the woods at this hour?" Puck asks.
It was then the truth came out. It was then Cannon's arm shifted slightly and a magazine fell to the ground. It was then Puck glanced down to see what it was. It was then Cannon's eyes went wide as he knew he was merely seconds away from being caught. It was then Puck's mouth dropped, and the truth sunk in. It was then he looked back up to lock eyes with Cannon's horrified expression. It was then Cannon turned around and ran away, forever. Always running. Never stopping. It was then Puck heard a scream and later recognized it to be his own. It was then the title of the magazine ran through his brain like a broken record skipping the same words over and over again.
My Little Porny.
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Post by xx - Camp Cannon on Mar 31, 2018 16:43:52 GMT -5
put this in your own damn thread. it obviously you dont appreciiate alexandra albu butt so if i ever get a shot of phx ill egt it 4 ya
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Post by The Rocketmen on Apr 1, 2018 15:59:24 GMT -5
Puck gets confused as the Cannon gentleman routinely stops to yell incoherent and unintelligible gibberish at random trees. He watches as Cannon eats leaves of peculiar plants and carries on.
"It all makes sense now," says Puck, deducing that the cause to the mental disorder is surely coming from the spotted plants.
Puck thought of telling Cannon the plants could be tainted or poisonous, but he continued to scream at trees, and Puck felt there was a little too much long-standing emotional damage between Cannon and the pines, so he let him be.
"Maybe the tree will tell him," Puck thought.
Maybe it will, Puck. Maybe it will.
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