[open] They always wanna come but they never want to leave.

[Crag]

Crag emerged. Almost out of nowhere. thick pistons rolled like a well oiled machine, and orbs moved back and forth, spotting the pure formes of sexiness that were before him. He didn't just want one. He wanted them all. He'd pump his pistons into whatever he could get to enjoy getting his rocks off. His name was Crag afterall. Plumes of smoke emit from the holes on his face. Turning his face, he sees his twin brother, Stone. He tilts. "yo dood" he says.

Orbs sway over to the two laides. He loves them. He wants them. "yo hot snots. I love you. I want you."

Gimme.