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Despite her scepticism, as soon as Talwyn's lips parted and her teeth tore flesh from bone, her sharp tail zipped up and wagged happily. Veldin, it seemed, was good for more than just rocks and kooky blood rituals. So much shifts until you can't remember who you were before. Do you ever wish that you could just go back, and have things stay the same? You're just existing, nothing else. Sometimes you just have to take a punt, y'know? All this is way too short to just settle. His hand, warm and calm, reached out and enclosed hers, and when he spoke it was not in that quivering voice that justified his eye-twitching, or that jaunty chirp which jested about the size of Qwark's brain, it was the low and intimate tone reserved for her and her alone.
You're born and right there, at your fingertips, you've got the whole world to see and worlds besides. The world turns, and yeah, it knocks you down every once in a while, but you know what we do then? We get up, dust ourselves off and stand. We remember the good times before the fall, so the next time we get flattened it doesn't hurt as much. Perhaps she was not even that sad, just contemptuous of their affluence when others she loved had been so poorly treated. Whatever lay behind those eyes he could not guess at, but he was certainly relieved when the faraway, ghostly stare departed and returned his lover to him.
Flicking through channel after channel of auctioneering, infomercials and interior design reality shows, they eventually found something appealingly trashy. It was a Made-For-TV movie, hastily thrown together and based around the terrible crimes of Vendra Prog and her defeat at Ratchet's hands. In their rendition of the story, the dreaded space witch had been imagined as a frumpy and shrill woman, played with the kind of dead-eyed monotone of an actress realising far too late that her career was dead in the water. As for Ratchet, he was both amused and appalled to find that his role had been taken by a monkey with prosthetic ears.
Every so often the camera would inexplicably cut away, to avoid showing the poor beast scratching himself or attempting to Share Ratchet in the prison showers The prison showers were where the prisoners on the Prison Planet washed. It was situated at the bottom of the ocean so that a constant supply of freezing cold water could be used, although at one point, the showers supplied warm water. However, while trying to restore the cold water, The Plumber accidentally destroyed the pumps, causing the inmates to vent their anger on the closest victims which so happened to be Ratchet.
The showers had large drying facilities and skip-like containers full of towels. Ratchet had to face five challenges in the showers as he was attacked by the people he had put in prison.
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He was going talk to Clank about his strange dreams as soon he sorted it all out. With that Ratchet and Clank went to their room. Clank started getting ready to start charging as Ratchet started to strip down. Clank didn't mind seeing Ratchet naked and Ratchet didn't mind Clank seeing him naked. Besides, he slept better naked anyways. Now, Ratchet was a quite attractive lombax. His body was very toned and fit from all the adventures he and Clank went on. Clank couldn't help but notice that Ratchet's sheathed member was rather well endowed. His balls were also quite large and went well with his member. Just like the rest of his body, his ass was much toned and firm plus his tail really went greatly with his rear too.
Clank would stare occasionally when Ratchet was naked Rathet it was out of curiosity, not lust. Clank was merely studying Ratchet, nothing more. Sometimes, he wondered what it would be like if he was more anatomically correct, if he actually had those "parts" like Ratchet. He imagined what it would be liked but tried to forget about shortly after though. He was a robot after all, he was just being ridiculous.
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