Gru snatched the camera out of Mahiru's hands, almost immediately. It was as though he hadn't even had a chance to blink- it had all happened so fast. One minute, Jim was sitting boredly, pondering about the newspaper, and the next, he was oiling up, his full gyatt on display? And to Gru? Of all people? "I must say, Jim, you do have quite the gyatt." Gru muttered quietly under his breath, although it wasn't quiet enough to stop Jim from hearing. He let out an involuntary squeak of embarrassment in response. "What do I even respond to something like that with?" He thought. Before he had a chance to think any more, Gru grabbed Jim by the cheeks, and dragged him out of the room, down the corridor, his body still drenched in oil. Jim wasn't complaining, though - this whole situation really had him excited, in a way... (as much as he despised to admit it.) "Here we are!" Gru announces triumphantly, as he swings the door open to another room, and he presents Jim with a large photocopier. "I'm going to need you to take a seat... right here." He grins maliciously and pats the screen of the photocopier, which was usually reserved for pieces of paper to be scanned that needed photocopying. However. Gru suggesting, with that same despicable grin etched upon his face, that Jim take a seat on the photocopier? Mind you, he was still oiled up and his minion uniform was long forgotten. The photocopier... that must've meant he needed more. More...? They needed his gyatt, copied, over and over, and over... The mere thought of it was dizzying, as the blush began to erupt upon Jim's face, and with each copy of his voluptuous bottom that slipped out of the printer stealthily, Gru's smile simultaneously grew and grew.
Who knew his gyatt was so desirable.
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