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"Sir Flins, you - you stupid drunk! Leave me with your lantern, still lit, to do - to do what? Does he really think I would jerk off with him in the other room?"
Illuga's outburst does not last long. Soon after, his shoulders slump, and he adjusts how he is seated on the couch, cradling the lantern in his lap.
"Stupid… weirdo… why do I even …"
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Illuga puts Flins' lantern on a hear me out cake. Flins gives it over, and Illuga gives in.
Or, Illuga fucks the lantern.
