me: oh man im starving but im not sure what i should make for dinner……
the spirit of a 12th century templar knight that died a horrific death due to torture that started haunting me after i found a sword in the middle of the woods: spaghetti once more, prithee?
I need to be kidnapped by kind aliens who take me to the alien vet and they know exactly what's wrong with me and they cure me and feed me nutritious meals
puppygirl wants me to leash her and say a bunch of specific stuff while having sex but i grew up on a ranch in arkansas so I pretty much just let her fuck off and do her own thing until i feel like wandering around in the woods in which case it's her job to get bit by snakes first