Mszee, doth thee really wish to accept this unfortunate Mouse as thine own, as the apple of thine eye, the buckle of thine shoe, and the clasp on thine bra strap? Doth thee really wish to cast thine sight upon this wretched creature daily, and tend to his every need and whim? Doth thee truly wish to be enslaved to this one tenuous excuse of a human being, both in this mortal life and through the agonies of torture thee shall endure in the eternal timespan, until the day of Loafy judgement, and be smited together by the pointed piano of the gatekeeper? Doth thee truly believe this frugal fragette shalt make thee happy, and thus wish to enter a union defined by lust, sin, lies and temptations?
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