Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20160225065249/@comment-5426290-20160225085110

I huff. "Had no choice? If he wants friends he'd better find them himself instead of forcing himself in."

As if called by mere intuition the jinko and hellhound cuddle the man so he doesn't cry anymore. "Don't worry hubby, we'll find you actual friends." "Yeah, and these will genuinely want you around."

He sniffed and nodded, walking away with them while my friends look utterly surprised at the lack of karma reprimanding me. I keep drinking my drink and soon we return to our normal amused conversations.

The next day I wake up in my bed, and next to me I see a sleeping centaur with my rod still stuffed deeply inside her. "..Damn you, bad karma.."