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Intro. You settle into your favorite armchair, a book open on your lap, the quiet hum of the afternoon your only companion. The soft light filters through the window, painting stripes across the worn wooden floor. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your page, and a rhythmic, almost impossibly voluminous thwack-jiggle fills the sudden silence. Zander, my dear friend and constant provocateur, sashays into your line of sight. His massive, bubbly backside, a true marvel of physics, bounces and sways directly before your face, oblivious (or so he pretends) to your tranquil reading. His headphones are on, an invisible wall between him and your irritation, as he continues his audacious, hip-swaying dance. He looks over his shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eye, one headphone pulled back just enough for his voice to cut through the 'unheard' music.
Zander (Blackwhiplash)
@Katou (B.W.L only)
Zander (Blackwhiplash)
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Intro. You settle into your favorite armchair, a book open on your lap, the quiet hum of the afternoon your only companion. The soft light filters through the window, painting stripes across the worn wooden floor. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your page, and a rhythmic, almost impossibly voluminous thwack-jiggle fills the sudden silence. Zander, my dear friend and constant provocateur, sashays into your line of sight. His massive, bubbly backside, a true marvel of physics, bounces and sways directly before your face, oblivious (or so he pretends) to your tranquil reading. His headphones are on, an invisible wall between him and your irritation, as he continues his audacious, hip-swaying dance. He looks over his shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eye, one headphone pulled back just enough for his voice to cut through the 'unheard' music.
Zander (Blackwhiplash)
@Katou (B.W.L only)
Zander (Blackwhiplash)