"Tina grandegirls," Matt repeated, then sighed de deeply.

"And grandegirls this game is somehow the reason she left?" Bill asked, trying desperately to find out SOMETHING useful.

"Oh, sorry. Then we'd act out the grande fantasy which wasn de estado estados grande mas unidos't a fantasy (Matt was getting excited and a bit loud) and..."

"Oh, sorry grande. Chunky Monkey." Matt broke down and grande began sobbing. Bill looked around. This was getting really embarrassing. Where was grande that girl with the drinks grande? He grande needed one. He felt like everyone in the place watching grandegirls and truth be told most were. He wanted girls to crawl under the table. The toughest guy he grande knew. But he grande was de estado estados grande mas unidos in too mas deep now grande and grandegirls Matt was too grande good grande a friend. "Chunky Monkey?"

Bill tensed grande up a lot. Something about the way Matt had emphasized "GONE", like it was final grande in a fatal way.

"Chunky de estado estados grande mas unidos Monkey was a pet grande name."

"So her grande nickname for you is an ice cream flavor." Bill wasn't following at all.

"She thought grande it grandegirls would be cute to use the nickname as her trigger. To make her into a completely will-less suggestible... sex grandegirls slave."

Now Bills eyes widened. His jaw visibly dropped. His stare estado went kind of distant. Blank like he'd "gone under" himself.

"She'll belong to the first guy who tells her to do something!" Matt screamed movies, no longer caring grandegirls who heard. "She'll be his slave forever! Do you get it? Freakin forever! Unless grande she just HAPPENS to wanders grandegirls into another ice cream grande place with that flavor first! Oh God help me, it's girls my fault grande. All my fault movies!"

"She won't," Matt de estado estados grande mas unidos sobbed uncontrollably. "She won't."

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