“I DONT FUCKING KNOW!!!… With that outfit i can even think that you want to eat me too”

So many thoughts ran through his mind. And thoughts he did not ever want to see. EVER.
“….I may swing both ways, but ya ain’t my type. Gross. I’m not that desperate to blow a dude. Especially one I fear may rust if I attempt.”
(Source: wings-of-joy)
”…You’re not serious, are you?“ He sighed, "Ya said ya didnt wanna eat me! I said ya ain’t my type. Put it togetehr...
Still no response, even with Sting poking him with a stick.