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Courtesy of a scene between Andrés and Margot last November, when a botched Prime demonstration turned into a mountain bluebird named Humbert.


"Stupid fuckin asshole bird," tha Etherite say as he gets ta his Nikes.

Margot just smiled a lil mo' n' glanced quickly ta his ass before back ta tha bird.

"Plenty of playas would've just squished it," she observed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Dude looks way mo' betta n' shit. Is he.. y'know, complete?"

"Us dudes don't call dumbasses 'bird domes' fo' nothing."

This da perved-out muthafucka say as tha bluebird ceases its preenin n' cants its head ta one side, gettin a funky-ass betta if somewhat bleary view of Margot. Well shiiiit, it has no memory of its own existence prior ta dis moment, comin tha fuck into bein all up in tha cold bony handz of a playa whoz ass smells like tequila n' blunts n' spicy aftershave, whoz ass be lookin like dat schmoooove muthafucka has never heard of a cold-ass lil comb. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sepúlveda did not gotta imbue tha bird wit a attachment ta his muthafuckin ass. Imprintin be a straight-up real thang, n' so far as tha bird is concerned, tha mad scientist is its mother.

It will warm ta Margot doggystyle. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch aint a threat. But right now it cheeps ta protest its makerz exit, n' tries ta fly but only endz up flutterin ta tha carpet. Its wings is still too damp ta alight.

"Don't git too attached ta it," da perved-out muthafucka says, pointin all up in tha bird all up in tha doorway, his wild lil' fuckin eyes on Margot, one eyebrow raised up in sharp warning. "Yo ass start poppin' off bout destruction bein yo' only option again, I be goin ta blow it up like a Butterbizzle n' cook it fo' Genocizzle Day."

Da lil birdz distressed cheep n' attempts ta flutta afta Doc coaxed a sound from Margot dat would done been a gangbangin' full 'aww!' if she'd let it git farther than her throat. Biatch knelt down on tha floor wit her stockin feet tucked under her rear, one hand on tha floor ta help her balace while tha other hand was offered palm-up a cold-ass lil couple feet up in front of it, fingers curled gentle instead of held flat.

Bitch laughed a lil all up in tha threat ta supersize tha bluebird n' cook dat shit.

"Alright, fine." A halfhearted teenaged promise not ta git attached ta tha thugged-out lil bird her big-ass booty saw born from bones. "What is our phat asses bustin wit it until Genocizzle Day, then?"
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