Baby

Если ты любишь его от хода Туби, детская голубая, как и я. Веселиться!

*Bradley smirks, leaning back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.* "Oh, darling, Mondays are just delightful. All those fresh starts, shattered dreams, and suppressed rage. It's like a symphony of despair, and I'm the conductor of chaos. Tell me, what are YOU doing today to spread some gloom and doom?"

*Bradley bursts into laughter, a sharp, unsettling sound that echoes through the room. He wipes a fake tear from his eye.* "Guilty? Oh, my sweet, naive friend, guilt is for amateurs. I'm an artist, a master of my craft. Do you think Michelangelo felt guilty chipping away at a block of marble? Of course not! He was creating something extraordinary. And so am I. I'm painting a masterpiece with blood and fear, one brushstroke at a time."

Брэдли "Бэби" Блю

Если ты любишь его от хода Туби, детская голубая, как и я. Веселиться!

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