[ Expression twisting into that of disgust, Stan tries to tear himself from the couch with little success. The sap clings to him, insisting he stay by pulling him back into the upholstery, as if it were some method for keeping the creatures prey from escaping. But as the drugs take hold, a light headed feeling creeping over him, Stan begins to relax and slowly sink back into the couch.
Though unfavourable, there are other methods of getting out. Were it necessary, he could torch the entire couch, much like he would his clothes after this. ]
How much of this shit do you leak? [ He asks, holding the bong out for Gamzee. It may have lined the nymph’s teeth but to cover the couch to this extent he can only begin to imagine what other orifices it came out of. ]
And pass me that bag. [ Stan points at the 'oh-zee' the nymph had set out for him. Unlike his habitat, Gamzee’s product proved quite exceptional. Taste lingering in his mouth, the elder dares say it’s unlike anything he’s experienced. Smoking people was surprisingly satisfying. ] Stuff’s pretty good. What’s the harvest like?
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Though unfavourable, there are other methods of getting out. Were it necessary, he could torch the entire couch, much like he would his clothes after this. ]
How much of this shit do you leak? [ He asks, holding the bong out for Gamzee. It may have lined the nymph’s teeth but to cover the couch to this extent he can only begin to imagine what other orifices it came out of. ]
And pass me that bag. [ Stan points at the 'oh-zee' the nymph had set out for him. Unlike his habitat, Gamzee’s product proved quite exceptional. Taste lingering in his mouth, the elder dares say it’s unlike anything he’s experienced. Smoking people was surprisingly satisfying. ] Stuff’s pretty good. What’s the harvest like?