Reynad grunts and sighs after finally managing to finish inside of Hafu after numerous pre-mature ejaculations. He lights a cig while laying in bed. "Was that as good for you as it was for me, Hafu?" Reynad asks. "I'm not Hafu," replies Trump. As reynad recoils in horror, Trump smirks. "It seems you've tucked Frump.

,/╲/\╭༼ KKona ༽╮/\╱ \ Spiderman Bill makes his web on the hill ,/╲/\╭༼ KKona ༽╮/\╱ \

Dear reynard. I was hiking in the Amazon Rainforest the other day when I was bit by a snake. Miles from the nearest city, I thought my life was over as the venom slowly spread across my body. But then I used my 4G to open twitch and the salt from your stream sucked the venom out of my wound and saved my life. Thanks Reynad!

"Frodan, be nicer to Kripp," Reynad says in his office at Tempo Storm HQ. "I was just having a laugh," replies Frodan. "I know, but he's a casual and sensitive. Apologize to him. I'm inviting him over to 'cast' a 'tournament' and want him in a good mood," Reynad winks. Frodan bows and says, "Yes master."

Listen up gentlemen, I've got a task for you, you hear? This scrawny, Edward Cullen-looking motherfucker says he loves pasta. Now, I'm not an expert on gay vampires, but as the best chefs in the world, we have an obligation. Let's. Make. Some. Pasta.