vector's finger arises upon the trigger of the squid launcher, his breath starting to tremble, the slippery slimy underwater creature will disassemble.
His target is as far as the squid can glide, covering land so far and wide, vector carrying pride inside, of his orange suit, will the squid triumph the accurate rouite?
excitedly, his finger's grip tightens the trigger, his anxiety growing bigger.
will it go far?
we will never know, maybe we will.
this chapter is bizarre.
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Fifty Shades of Vector
Poesía50 work in progress short poems about our favourite orange suited, breathtakingly villainous moon stealer- Vector.
