Mood

Normies can't understand the thrill of pinning the capybara. Night spent chasing an over amphetamined Aevann around the bean bag forts. His squealing and gibbering, pouring sweat and on the verge of seizing. Dramatards build up an intoxicating, delirious state with "dude bussy lmbo" chantings at the sidelines, hitting the Aevann-toy with brooms if he tries to escape. Carp would be giggling and laughing as the waves of methamphetamine pleasure seem to harmonize with the droning r-slur verses. He runs through the bean bag maze skinny and malnourished, with his viagra powered peepee a divining rod for the capybara. Sweat gushing down his, face around his unfocused eyes he laughs and chortles until he gasps "Found you!”. The Codescapybara screeches defensively but Whorist Florist is upon him in seconds. His peepee thrusting blindly into his flank, leg, stomach and ribs unconcemed about anything but the motion. Eventually serendepity finds his mouth and the Cocktube Rodent is placated, suckling contently on the Carp's dehydrated peepee.