My dearest, most beloved, darling pupas.

Turn my back for one second, and like a group of idiot wrigglers, you all start shitting the recuperacoon. (✿˃﹏˂̵)

This isn't quite illegal frippery you all have been getting up to, so I wasn't going to leave warnings, but honestly, you chuckleheads are beginning to stress me out. (・⺫・) So I am freezing all of this shit.

But no warnings tonight. Aren't you all lucky?

Advice is fine. Keep the verbal death duels to PMS, though, because trust me, no one wants to see your caliginious horn-frotting displays. ( ◜◒◝ )