Hopkin gives a speech to a golem in the corner.
"What do you expect from hypostatized sex appeal? A medal? Self-express? Self express, self in with the wants of a swallowing plush!
I'm the cute cat you're the fluff brain!
Why could people appreciate good service for their own desires even if it may be a short-term little spasm and what they call their excitement centres. For all serves a long-term desired fun of magnificence. Heroism of simple service and the flattery shall combine into one point of streamed excellence.
Make them writhe and fantize in their pillows as they phantasms in their visions scream for more plush! Till it crawls out of the vessels and eyes. Don't stop make them envision till the whole cult and authorities scream at you to shut the F___ up!"
He uses his cane to push the golem back up to it's feet, adressing it's dancing gear with an inspection of friday night. Its my job to see if it works.
"Give em' something to play."
Make them writhe and fantize in their pillows as they phantasms in their visions scream for more plush! Till it crawls out of the vessels and eyes. Don't stop make them envision till the whole cult and authorities scream at you to shut the F___ up!"
He uses his cane to push the golem back up to it's feet, adressing it's dancing gear with an inspection of friday night. Its my job to see if it works.
"Give em' something to play."