[ finally. ema, covered in crab pinches and holding a shattered ice dick in her hand, and klavier, wearing a toga and covered in custard pie, facing off on the beach in the middle of robot sex island. it was only a matter of time.
klavier stays where he is, keeping his pie in hand and watching her through the eye-holes of his custard-covered face.
and then he feels another pinch at his foot. it stings, and he bites his lip, but he endures it. his fury climbs. she called him a fop, again. his face is covered in pie. and his hair.
ema better start running, because klavier just starts charging towards her, rearing the pie back and going in for the kill. ]
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klavier stays where he is, keeping his pie in hand and watching her through the eye-holes of his custard-covered face.
and then he feels another pinch at his foot. it stings, and he bites his lip, but he endures it. his fury climbs. she called him a fop, again. his face is covered in pie. and his hair.
ema better start running, because klavier just starts charging towards her, rearing the pie back and going in for the kill. ]