I...I am honestly beside myself...
Before my eyes, like some monster from the deep Lakita quaffed an entire bottle of bleach:
Tossing the can aside she made for my position. I, in abject horror, turned and fled the scene, only to find the demonic rotundity hot on my trail. I ran as though the hounds of hell themselves were at my heels, and when I believed the foul terror outpaced, from the shade she appeared, her nego magic fueling an unholy marriage of
shadows and flesh!
And thus did she become the first to win Despanan's money.
Unfortunately that money is currently tied up in a Nigerian Investment, but I'm sure prince Abdulla (who is an honest sort) will return the money I have entrusted to him tenfold in a matter of days!
So wait a while to cash that check.
In the meantime I announce Despanan's next Gnet challenge:
Drink a gallon of bleach:
And engage me in a bout of fisticuffs!
You really don't even have to take part in the fisticuffs.
Just drink the goddamn bleach.
That's what's important here.
