User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30061283-20161205210829/@comment-28358106-20161205231544

Cyndwella floats up, working her tongue on a very red snow cone of undetermined flavor.

"Mmmmm...tastes like pain! Skinny little religious manchild pain!  Hehehehehee!  BLEEEAH!" Her mouth splits open, revealing the red, melted snow within. It runs out the cuts on the sides of her face and dribbles down her chin.

...At least, she did it before lag kicked in.