[ Shovels in a mouthful of jellied eel to stall for time, only to blanch at the foreign, slimy texture on his tongue. It takes an act of god for Stiles to swallow; the entire time, he makes a face as if he just licked a lemon that was being held in place between George Costanza’s hairy ass cheeks. Was it worth it, Stiles? Was this pathetic attempt of a flex worth it? Suffer for your hubris.
Gagging, he slaps twenty cunes on the table. Though he’s wary about offering his hand to a stranger, he does eventually convince himself to cautiously proffer it. ]
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[ Shovels in a mouthful of jellied eel to stall for time, only to blanch at the foreign, slimy texture on his tongue. It takes an act of god for Stiles to swallow; the entire time, he makes a face as if he just licked a lemon that was being held in place between George Costanza’s hairy ass cheeks. Was it worth it, Stiles? Was this pathetic attempt of a flex worth it? Suffer for your hubris.
Gagging, he slaps twenty cunes on the table. Though he’s wary about offering his hand to a stranger, he does eventually convince himself to cautiously proffer it. ]