Here's a funny tale. Only two people know how I truly act and that's the -nozukas.
I tend to make funny, dying, voice cracks when I'm around them to express emotions. They find it amusing.
Currently they've locked me in a dark closet. Telling me to admit my true sexuality.
They know I'm straight.
Every time it gets quiet I scream full of voice cracks "are you making out?"
Mori loses his schnitzel.
I just make jokes about my dead love life, one being: my aids are just like my love life; I don't have any.
I think they left me in here to die.
Send help.
One of them threw something at the door.
It scared me so I screamed and cried that I want my "Daddy".
Tamxki save me.
I'm a poor man trapped so far in this dark closet I think I might find Narnia.
I am highly antagonised.
Sincerely yours,
"Mommy".
Update: he threw a knife at the door.
Update: they said something about diseased appendages so I screamed like a little gay boy and then yelled in the same voice "I'm a diseased appendage."
I keep screaming like a goat
Update: I got under the bed for twenty minutes. Then they pulled me out and threw me back in the closet.
Mori is threatening to whip me with his belt.
Abuse!
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