!XGZ8nDwSYI 04/05/10(Mon)00:53 No.8988010|
Finally, you and your marines emerge into a vast, fleshy chamber. Everywhere there are slaves, merged with the chamber walls, moaning with pleasure, forming a chorus of orgasmic voices. At the far end of the chamber, on a throne crafted from the finest materials imaginable, sits a serpentine, four-armed figure. You can recognize the power armor it's wearing.
"Well, hello there, little man." He drawls, his talons clicking on the armrest of his throne. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"