08-15-2018, 07:40 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]"Oh, yeah." Aya slid in, ready to rip the shit out of Malphas. "Science of friction, or reproductive biology, it's all science." She mocked affectionately, finding a place to relax by her partner in crime, Abathur. Her eyes watched the screen, internally barfing at the ugly humans and poor acting.