Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37315504-20190714190018/@comment-38232361-20200117094336

"BOB!!! DO SOMETHING!" The shrill voice of a certain albino gunslinger could be heard over the ridge, obviously directed to the gigantic, bowler hat toting robot sitting down for a cup of oil tea with an automaton. The robotic mamono gently puts a hand on his, stopping him from leaving to help her.

"Ignore her, she never appreciated what she had..."

The other woman's shouting and swearing soon turned into panicked screams at the sound of swarms of hellhounds rushing her, before turning into pleasured moans and howls. The robot ignored her, sensing no real danger to her life as he took a sip of the machine oriented beverage.