We begin to debate whether or not our hand mastery of our own dongs would carryover to providing such hand relief for other gentleman. Then we transition into our own capacity for providing dong-based oral pleasure. You know, just to take it a step further.
FUCK your curse and FUCK your elite, Dead Cells. The One Pixel Kid comin’ through. He’s giving no fucks and taking no hits.
…I’d rather die during sex.
Dead Cells, like life, comes at you insanely fucking fast. Especially when you’re bound by hubris and a desire to blast ass.
Jesus fucking Christ, I finally defeat The Hand on 1BC. I’m legitimately on the verge of relief-based tears here. And, I gotta confess. All I want to do is fucking destroy the Hand once again.