loose turtleneck collar.
"Baggghuuthrss!"
The whisper a foul wind from the grave. The old faggot tried to give a writst flick out of habit, but the effect was hideous, and the grinding of the wrist bones more than even his fellow knit-cap GRIBS support group could take. Nevertheless, the old queen managed one more hiss before clawing for the oxygen tank.
"Baaaaaaaaagggghhuuurrrttrrthhhhsss!"
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