You carefully walk forward, unsure how to approach. Suddenly, Without warning Two wild gays come out of the forest. They're chatting and talking in their own language, and suddenly stop when they see you. You recognize the species. One variation of the gays, called Rachel, is turning red at your presence. Another variation is called Hope who is glaring at you, mostly because you ruined their girl time. Now shoo before Hope claws you to death and then we all miss out on the passionate kiss they shalt share next.
Coughs I'm sorry The ugly sin is Hope The odd story I made up there is mine. This is for Captain.
