Will: might wanna chnage your shirt......
* a arm made of wires and one figer made of a bit of intestine takes your shirt and puts it with the dirty closthes*
Will: welcome
* HOW TF WAS THAT WILL*
*will b vibin so hard hes almost asleep*
Will: *opens one fully Springtraped eye, and waves some glithing zombie-like fingers lazily*
