Following his instructions, the interrogation began.
After an hour of whacking away at the tender parts of the bim-barbie, I really found my rhythm...
Then I got "The Little Drummer Boy" stuck in my head in an endless loop that threatened to drive me insane.
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I thought you were already mad!!
Mad about me, you mean.
Insanity! And the mad about you part can be very much related to the insanity!
And the sex!
Thank you Jill. I delight in driving women insane...with lust.
Well, isn't that like all the heterosexual men dream of?
Perhaps Jill, I should give you a taste. And no, I don't need to dream...
But Dr.J, is it worth it because I would probably get kill by Batbitch after?
Damn straight you would.
Where is Dr. J???
Why you want to know?
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