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'There's Mr Dibbler.'
'What's he selling this time?'
'I don't think he's trying to sell anything, Mr Poons.'
'It's that bad? Then we're probably in lots of trouble.'
(Reaper Man)
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Everytime anyone tries to confront him about it, he says "It's just Naruto so what's the problem?".
The issue is that the noises are so grotesque, so inexplicably horrific, like some infectious Lovecraftian terror emanating through the guttural sounds of a questionably legal japanese girl.
I can't handle this anymore, those moans echo through the halls whenever he takes a shower at 3 in the morning.
Every single bloody day, I wake up in a cold sweat to the sounds of Japanese ⦿rgasms still ringing in my stillborn ears.
It's enough to demoralize and cripple any man.
Please send help.