Simps on the block. Neighborhood flees.
"Where are our neighbors?" Francc wonders even louder this time.
"All neighbors are simps, young one," whispers the Moon like a daddy. His words glisten.
"Where are the simps, papa?" Francc looks back with equally glistening eyes. She's simping for simps. Simps all around.
1 simp, 2 simp, red simp, blue simp.
No one is here because of CoronaVirus. Social Distancing. Simps still lurk always. Our social distance is one millimeter. Just like every simp's peen.
Everyone applauds. Their peens are better.
"James and his jiant peen!" Moilk exclames, pointing at James.
He is a kid and kids don't exist longer than 2 seconds. He's lifeless now. His peen remains jiant.
"Should we take it?"
"No."
His peen remains untaken.
Moilks finger becomes flacid. Limp. They have no direction now. Only floppy navigation.
Meanwhile, Francc discovers the neighborhood dungeon. She smells intricacy. Just like Chick-Fil-A. Dungeon tenders. Kentucky fried dungeon.
"Let's get it, simps," she calls her young like a mother.
They get it.
Enter tender.
Hentai is the obstacle. Not the friend. Luckily, Francc's favorite hentai isn't this one. It's a different one. This one involves tentacles and tendies.
"BUB." Why is he saying it?
Chuuy stomps his feet at the incoming tentacles, but they only make them moister. Slipper. A second attempt was made by BUB, but the hentai doesn't understand his madness. Or lust. Simps still don't know.
Francc inhales big. "BEGONE, THOT!" To no avail. Hentai is too sexy.
"Use hams? Hentai appreciates them." Moilk points out Francc's circumference.
"Oh my gosh I think I'm getting crocs?" She is distracted.
"Thigh crocs! Use them."
"It's about to get wet on this ride," She uses them. She has big croc thighs. She's heftier than any tentacle thot.
Circumference is a failure. Hentai only feeds on thick thighs.
Moilk sneezes. Its over now.
Team. Double Daddy Duo.
But Hentai was only the obstacle.
"I smell a boss fight," sniffs Hitler's killer.
The boss is fight. Begin.
The boss is gay incest. Good luck.
"Read the Bible," says Hitler's Christian killer.
"We are fresh out of bible," Says Todd Haberkorn. He was a Korn long ago. He grew in name length. Will Simp Harem be able to eat Korn?
"Yes, we will," says James. He's here to save them. He's back from disappearing.
"I got a peach for ya." They're a duo now. They fuse.
Gay incest is allergic to fusion.
They had a lad, but now Simp Harem has him.
"You're not the Sun, retard," says Francc. It was only a compliment.
Zimp cries.
"Love u tho" says also Francc. It was only a confession.
Zimp cries.
They let him cry along.
Simp Harem at 88.88% capacity.
