And They Are Gooning, The Board Floor Slamming Under The Edging And The Orbiters Grinning Hideously Over

And they are gooning, the board floor slamming under the edging and the orbiters grinning hideously over their canted PCs. Towering over them all is the rizz and he is naked gooning, his small hands lively and quick and now in doubletime and meowing to the kittens, huge and pale and hairless, like an enormous baby gronk. He never sleeps, he says. He says he'll never die. He mogs to the orbiters and sashays backwards and throws back his head and laughs deep in his throat and he is a great favorite, the rizz. He wafts his hat and the lunar dome of his skull passes palely under the lamps and he swings about and takes possession of one of the PCs and he pirouettes and makes a streak, two streaks, gooning and mewing at once. His hands are light and nimble. He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He goons in sigma and in ohio and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, the rizz. He is gooning, gooning. He says that he will never die.

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