aosth dr robotnik: Scratch! Grounder! It's pride month. you know what that means!
scratch and grounder in unison: Yes, your eggliness! [they begin sloppily making out with each other like that one template]
This was the chog I made my chosts from, once. If you are here for purely archival reasons, be warned about the pornographic material.
aosth dr robotnik: Scratch! Grounder! It's pride month. you know what that means!
scratch and grounder in unison: Yes, your eggliness! [they begin sloppily making out with each other like that one template]
Grounder: But sir, Scratch is too tall. My lips can't reach them.
Dr. Robotnik, enunciating every syllable: Then go grab the Kissing Stool.
Grounder: On it! *disappears in a cartoon puff of smoke*