Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609/@comment-36159587-20190912042327

("Striped Milkshakes Crossing, Speed Limit 20 mph")

In some kind of stupid defense mechanism geared into whatever brain he had, Galaxian physically jumped right in front of the "milksnake"/milkshake feline. "Hey, hey, friend," he said, somehow ignoring the fact there were bows equipped with arrows behind him. "Don't act out. It'll be fine."