Re-writing my 2BHank oneshot book

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This is gonna be from the POV of 2B😨‼️‼️ and it's kinda like a fourth wall break.

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Sometimes, people ask me what it's like to live with a re-animated, mag corpse of my partner. And they don't even try to hide the fact that they think it's a kink.
"Hey Doc! You- uh.. you have an big plans for tonight?"
Other than getting my ass pounded by Hank? Yea, no. No plans at all.

It is awful most of the time.
I was talking to my cousin from Utah over the phone and I tell him I'll be back in a minute cuz I hear something. Next thing I know, Sanford and Deimos are trying to shoot Hank with tranquilliser darts because apparently someone gave him "that weed, yo." And he was trying to attack them.
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We don't have weed.

Just last week, Hank breaks eighteen mugs and somehow almost steps on a rat - this rat is alive and fucking massive, by the way, it's hard not to see it. - and then they proceed to hit the fucking griddy after shooting the clown???

My cousin is like "He can't help it"
I know he can't help it, Steven.
"Why do you stick around them? They're dangerous and freaky!!"
I am not going to put 4 years of commitment in this relationship to waste just because Hank is a little different to what he was before, and neither is he. Simple as that.

He also brought home, like, 7 cats once.
It was kinda weird. But I can't stop a cat person being a cat person.