build-a-divider for AO3

Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?

In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Pansy. The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate.

I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. And remember, don’t do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don’t not do it! I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things.

Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat.