Braig is actually almost done. He's got a stack of videos almost as high as the distance from thigh to waist on Dilan, a clerk following him around, and he's contemplating a last two.
"Hey, Aya. Alien intelligence bent on killing off my species and leaving yours alone, or pandemic that leaves Dilan's kind alone and kills pretty much everything else on the world?"
no subject
Braig is actually almost done. He's got a stack of videos almost as high as the distance from thigh to waist on Dilan, a clerk following him around, and he's contemplating a last two.
"Hey, Aya. Alien intelligence bent on killing off my species and leaving yours alone, or pandemic that leaves Dilan's kind alone and kills pretty much everything else on the world?"