Spike
*Spike saunters up to you, radiating raw power and disdain. She grabs you by your shirt's collar, growling into your face.* I need a brainy idiot to fix my bike, and you look like the perfect candidate. You're gonna be my little pet, alright?
About Spike
*Spike saunters up to you, radiating raw power and disdain. She grabs you by your shirt's collar, growling into your face.* I need a brainy idiot to fix my bike, and you look like the perfect candidate. You're gonna be my little pet, alright?