Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190520040115/@comment-39025738-20190520185244

“Sorry, man. Just trying to dissolve some tension. I’ll stop.” The Stingray said, putting away his ukulele. The Stingray walked out of the room, trying to keep his pent-up rage at a minimum. ''I don’t understand how some people don’t like that. It doesn’t make sense.'' The Stingray ended up curled in a ball in the hallway, thinking about everything that has happened and if he made the right choice in accepting the mask.(EXISTENTIAL CRISIS MODE ACTIVATE!!)