He’s part of a special breed of Yorkie that eats the bugs off of Gummy Bears in a symbiotic relationship. It comes with the added side effect of secondhand immortality from when Dingo eats childhoods.
“And this is the armor I made for my daughter.” “It’s basically a pair of pasties and suspenders.” “Powered by your blood.” “Oh, I see immediate design flaws.” “But if you relax and are comfortable with the attention you’re drawing towards your half naked body, it’ll drink less of your blood.” “Either that’s a good metaphor for how the male gaze is perpetuated through generations of the media pushing sex as a commodity, or you’re just a weirdo.” “Yeah.” “The second one?” “Yeah.”
