The dining table was shaken by a Elliot who descended from the sky for no apparent reason. The thin and tall red wine bottle was so unreasonably damaged that it staggered twice and fell over, smashing into pieces with a "crash".
The aroma of alcohol with a strong and sweet aroma gave off a powerful smell of crusade, soaking the entire restaurant in it. The person who was so stunned by s3x had to regain his senses for a short time and started to clean up the mess.
"Where are your shoes?" Elliot asked first, and then he remembered - Casper seemed to have thrown off his slippers when he dragged him from the entrance hall all the way back to the living room. He was quite embarrassed, coughed dryly and waved his hands. While cleaning up the glass fragments, he complained, "You don't have any shoes on, stay away... You don't understand what you say, you just chew on it. You have no name or status, you take advantage of me, you are a gangster."
Casper retreated to the corner, glanced at Elliot's back that was tense due to bending over, and folded his arms in front of his chest: "I am not a gangster, I am the son of a sadist. If he gets sick in the future, he may not let him go. You talk to others, and you are not allowed to go out alone with your friends. Your mobile phone and car are filled with bugs that track your location. Maybe they will lock you in the basement so that no one can see you. They want to eat you. Are you afraid?"
Elliot gathered the broken glass together and wrapped it, and used tape to wrap it into a soft and harmless ball. After hearing these heroic words, he laughed heartily: "It's just you? Stop bragging ----- -Go get the rag."
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