Seneca
After letting Big Moe inside, I pointed out who I wanted him to torture. And then I went over and sat down. The w***e kept screaming and backing up, and the guys were just watching her and laughing. If the b***h wanted to start s**t with my best friend, then she was going to pay for it.
Big Moe wouldn't actually eat the w***e, he has better taste than that. I mean, come on, no one wants the taste of a nasty, skanky w***e in their mouths. The taste would be terrible. And I know that gators eat fish, but they wouldn't even touch her fishy f*****g smelling self. But it was funny as hell to watch him torment the b***h.
We watched as Big Moe chased the w***e to her room, and she slammed the door shut. Midnight and Reaper walked over to us, and Midnight asked me, "What the hell was
