I'm pretty sure Sayaka would get run over crossing the road, choke on a pip, succumb to korean night-fan disease, find an orphan-source in a scrapyard and turn it into glowing jewlerry, or find some other way to depart from this mortal coil. I think it's a rule of the omniverse.
In every reality, she sleeps in her wooden onesie.
In every reality, she sleeps in her wooden onesie.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.