My name is she-squid with tentacle bosoms, shooting a wooden harpoon even though I have no mouth but just one eyelid: Yes, I’m raping your spaceship. Now there are fifteen baby squids in your sink. You’ll need a squeegee. I don’t bite, I suck. Look, it’s scary because I have a pitchfork but there’s no hay here. Now I squirt juice that is brownish black. And I brought my friend, via hologram; his name is the kraken.
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