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keybums:

_{“I could easily mistake your face for a moon. Look at all of these craters, all of these layers,” So maybe there was a bit of exaggeration- some here, some there, but that doesn’t stop his other, less annoying hand to secure his own cheek, and as if the texture was  leaps and bounds different  a sigh of relief ensured.
Not really giving the goat a say in the matter at hand —this isn’t a democracy after all— he loops arms, trekking forward, “ I already have a mixture, wouldn’t want the rest of it to go to waste. I made it from scratch— it’s really green. Like, green green.  You’ll turn into The Hulk.”}