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| OK, so you've been bad.� Maybe you've put a 20 from the register in the pocket of your overalls.� Maybe you've touched yourself in a private area. Maybe.� With fancy jam, there's absolution. | |||||||||||||
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| Meet Wendy, mistress of bad jam.� You want to feel better about what you've done, no?� Touch Wendy to whisk away to your punishment zone, a very private room of your own.� Perhaps you'll meet an old lover.� Ooh la la!� It may be a room full of angry peacocks.� Then again, you may be cast for eternity into a sucking godless void.� It's like life...you may get dealt a crappy hand.� Stop being such a crybaby!� Eventually, you'll be here in heaven with me.� Won't that be nice? | |||||||||||||
| PS...punishments change...well...whenever I get around to it | |||||||||||||