1118 >Syb: pick a device to fondle

Hello, Syb.

I'm your personalized gun,

T rans-rotational

R evolving

I nfinitizer for the

P urpose of

R ipping ass

Or TRIPR for short.

How may I assist you?

Syb: Uh, what?

I'm your gun, sugarplum.

You stick your 

BIG

HARD

Bullets into my 

SMALL

TIGHT 

Holes and then shoot your BULLETS at enemies.

Syb: Woah, I do not understand what you are saying.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Tal ves Española

也许是中国人?

Ou Francias?

Wie wäre es mit Deutsch?

Syb: No, I speak English, I just don't understand what you're trying to say.

Syb: Ok, so you're a gun that talks, but why?

Ah, I can answer that one.

So, your sister created me to service you.

I serve both as your gun and a personal assistant.

I have 17 different speeds of vibration, thrusting, and girth.

I can also tell you anything that you need to know based on the internet.

I can also access other parts of the internet if you do require.

I was left here in the preparation for you to pick me up.

And if luck would so have it, here you are, picking me up.

And you look even tighter than I imagined.

Syb: Thanks?

Syb: But I don't need a new gun.  I've got my old Six-shooter.

Your sister thought you might say that, so she wrote a program that would delete your six-shooter out of your inventory right about...

Now.

Syb: What do you-

Syb: OH MY GOD, where did you put my gun?

It's in New Jersey.

Syb: What?

Your gun is somewhere in New Jersey.

Your sister thought that would be the furthest place your totally fuckable ass would think of looking.

So, instead of finding some magical way of exiting this world, I think it's time we get ourselves acquainted, sweet cheeks.

So how about it, ready to get intamate?

Syb: I guess, but not the way you're insinuating.

Fine by me, sugarbutt.

So, ready to go on the adventure of a lifetime?

Syb: Sure.