>>113292
None of this is important to me. It seems like my antics are generally more entertaining than Cewls and all I showed off was my hairy legs and feets
>>113293
I mean... you're not wrong lmao.

I can see it.
I calmly but dominantly walk into a parking lot, it's overcast, like dark grey clouds as far as the eye can see. I make eye contact with the man across the lot. It's Vores ex husband, and he's kissing up on kate, hand up her shirt feeling the goods, and as we make eye contact he pushes her off of him and we both are jut staring at each other with nothing but animalistic hatred in our eyes, a rage so violent that even the most genocidal dictator would wince upon seeing either of us. As we start slowly approaching each with our shoulders bouncing and our bodies twitching as if we are going to charge at any moment the rain starts to fall, slowly at first, and as we are half way to each toher we stop, and the rain pick up, and we say our dialogs, and it ends with us both just knowing that now is not the time for words, now is the time for action, that only one of us will leave here alive, and to the victor goes everything.
And as a lighting bolt flashes down a few feet from us we charge, our eyes a frenzy, our bodies prepared to kill, our mouths foaming, and as we collide you can hear the thunder from that lighting bolt. As we fight the rain becomes a downpour and more and more of the arena becomes flooded and we're both dodging lighting and as I vanquish him I will look him in the eyes and he will ask me if I have anything to ask the man that fucked both of the women I ever truly loved I will say "No." and punch him so hard he dies.
And then I will have a three way with Vore and Kate. The end.

Role credits as the epic angry industrial metal music plays.