[accidental voice post]

[col_klink]

['tis the wee hours of the morn'.  In fact, the fiery rays of the blooming sun have yet to peer into the dark and empty atmopshere of Discedo.  Colonel Klink sleeps 'pon a mattress a good ten feet away from his inspiring comrade, Amon.  The faint sound of something can be heard.  A dash of a breath.  Yon.  Hither.  Yon.  Hither.  YON.  HITHER.  His

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[your_pal_amon]

[Wakes up suddenly]

...ahhh! Klink!

[Muffled grunt, rustling sounds. Communicator shuts off suddenly.]

[col_klink]

[nomakothx]

[col_klink]

[kan_chyan]

Did you just have a sexual dream?

... About a man?

[col_klink]

[kan_chyan]

And that guy is going around prosecuting people who aren't gay and you sleep right next to him.

...

Wait... is this like when people accuse their neighbors of something to distract the public from themselves?

[col_klink]

[dreamermoa]

why are all the guys here gay.

[col_klink]

?

[dreamermoa]

Nothin'.

[the_blueblur]

[prodigal_axe]

Ain't your fault..

Your little friend just turned you. It's gonna be okay..

Not your bad that he's a cocksucker.

[col_klink]

Hrm?

[prodigal_axe]

You can't help it. No one's gonna blame you...

But watch out for his guns, even if they're kinda small..

[your_pal_amon]