as mop makes contact with face I unhinge my jaw, snap my head forward and engulf the majority of your measly saber's tassels inside my cranium. in the same motion my right hand swiftly twists up through the air, around my skull, down my neck and finds a firm grip on my right collarbone. with a spasm and flex of sizeable bicep combined with the force of throwing my head further down I pulverize my top molars and sink bottom molars into roof of mouth, locking your pathetic mop in jaw. in the following fractions of seconds bloody fingernails emerge from collarbone and both hands alike fly outwards, momentarily displaying my imposing wingspan. hefty hands then descend down upon your own puny set wrapped around mop handle. gripping your pygmy meat hooks I pull you in inches below my thickly dripping face and engage your now vacant and sweating eyes for exactly 2.40 seconds. satisfied, I shoot away and into a crouch one mops length in front of you. from this I explode upwards and whip my mop ridden head backwards in a high arc, carrying your interlocked body through a splendid semicircle and head first crashing down behind in a flawlessly placed toilet bowl. I disengage the major mop and leap upon you thrusting your head further into the loo. ripping you upward I then kick flip your body around to face me. armed with clamato juice and rag you are clamatoboarded for a good long while. directly afterwards I kick flip you a couple more time just because I can and reinsert your brainpan into the john now filled with clamato juice and tears. from here you get a good many swirlys until I am content you've learned a lesson.
as mop makes contact with face I unhinge my jaw, snap my head forward and engulf the majority of your measly saber's tassels inside my cranium. in the same motion my right hand swiftly twists up through the air, around my skull, down my neck and finds a firm grip on my right collarbone. with a spasm and flex of sizeable bicep combined with the force of throwing my head further down I pulverize my top molars and sink bottom molars into roof of mouth, locking your pathetic mop in jaw. in the following fractions of seconds bloody fingernails emerge from collarbone and both hands alike fly outwards, momentarily displaying my imposing wingspan. hefty hands then descend down upon your own puny set wrapped around mop handle. gripping your pygmy meat hooks I pull you in inches below my thickly dripping face and engage your now vacant and sweating eyes for exactly 2.40 seconds. satisfied, I shoot away and into a crouch one mops length in front of you. from this I explode upwards and whip my mop ridden head backwards in a high arc, carrying your interlocked body through a splendid semicircle and head first crashing down behind in a flawlessly placed toilet bowl. I disengage the major mop and leap upon you thrusting your head further into the loo. ripping you upward I then kick flip your body around to face me. armed with clamato juice and rag you are clamatoboarded for a good long while. directly afterwards I kick flip you a couple more time just because I can and reinsert your brainpan into the john now filled with clamato juice and tears. from here you get a good many swirlys until I am content you've learned a lesson.
as mop makes contact with face I unhinge my jaw, snap my head forward and engulf the majority of your measly saber's tassels inside my cranium. in the same motion my right hand swiftly twists up through the air, around my skull, down my neck and finds a firm grip on my right collarbone. with a spasm and flex of sizeable bicep combined with the force of throwing my head further down I pulverize my top molars and sink bottom molars into roof of mouth, locking your pathetic mop in jaw. in the following fractions of seconds bloody fingernails emerge from collarbone and both hands alike fly outwards, momentarily displaying my imposing wingspan. hefty hands then descend down upon your own puny set wrapped around mop handle. gripping your pygmy meat hooks I pull you in inches below my thickly dripping face and engage your now vacant and sweating eyes for exactly 2.40 seconds. satisfied, I shoot away and into a crouch one mops length in front of you. from this I explode upwards and whip my mop ridden head backwards in a high arc, carrying your interlocked body through a splendid semicircle and head first crashing down behind in a flawlessly placed toilet bowl. I disengage the major mop and leap upon you thrusting your head further into the loo. ripping you upward I then kick flip your body around to face me. armed with clamato juice and rag you are clamatoboarded for a good long while. directly afterwards I kick flip you a couple more time just because I can and reinsert your brainpan into the john now filled with clamato juice and tears. from here you get a good many swirlys until I am content you've learned a lesson.