As I am pulled towards you, I try to struggle, but it doesn't work. The smell in the air reminded me of Elen, but it was...different. Seeing you conjure the pipe, I say "So that was originally yours?" I see you rub your backside and can't help but chuckle. "Well, farts aren't just my only weapon, you know. I try and lean forward before attempting to breathe in your face.
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