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I've got nothing to add here.
So just imagine me doing that Lucky Star dance.
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So just imagine me doing that Lucky Star dance.
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Category All / Comics
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 489 x 765px
File Size 148.6 kB
Chesty McLeevage struggled against her bonds not to free herself but to pull the small bottle of Tabasco Sauce from her Vanbraces and discretely unscrewed the top.
Across the room her mortal nemesis watched silently, as the doom device inched closer and closer to Chesty. Her nemesis was taken totally offguard when with a flick of her wrist the open bottle was sent into the air, tumbling end over end spraying it's contents about the room. Red fluid spattered on the not-so-waterproof control panel causing it to short out and the clamps holding her arms in place opened so she could unbuckle the body straps.
The bottle itself struck her dumbfounded foe and spattering the last of it's contents over the fiend's form. The spicy fluid kept her enemy distracted until she tackled her antagonist and made short work of her opponent's beefy physique.
Her victory was clear but later she was seen staggering into the apothecary's store seeking a remedy for the burning sensation she was experiencing in the privy.
"Damn that monster." Chesty growled as she paid for her victory and the remedy. "He got me in the end."
Across the room her mortal nemesis watched silently, as the doom device inched closer and closer to Chesty. Her nemesis was taken totally offguard when with a flick of her wrist the open bottle was sent into the air, tumbling end over end spraying it's contents about the room. Red fluid spattered on the not-so-waterproof control panel causing it to short out and the clamps holding her arms in place opened so she could unbuckle the body straps.
The bottle itself struck her dumbfounded foe and spattering the last of it's contents over the fiend's form. The spicy fluid kept her enemy distracted until she tackled her antagonist and made short work of her opponent's beefy physique.
Her victory was clear but later she was seen staggering into the apothecary's store seeking a remedy for the burning sensation she was experiencing in the privy.
"Damn that monster." Chesty growled as she paid for her victory and the remedy. "He got me in the end."
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