Snap right, snap left, snap right, snap left, snap right with the right and left with the left and—

Axel threw himself to the ground and rolled with harsh, barking "laughter". Roxas, obviously never a child of the 90s, possessed no rhythmical ability and certainly could not shimmy.

Larxene, less in-tune with her false emotions, wrenched Roxas up on his tiptoes by the loose cloth of his coat hood.

"My tits don't work!" The youngest Nobody wailed. Weakly he wriggled his ribcage forward in an attempt to display his lack of breasts. Larxene was unimpressed.

Tossing the dusty-haired boy away from her, Number XII thrust her large chest forward and moved her melons so quickly that Axel couldn't help but gasp "JELL-O!" and relapse into more raucous giggle fits.

"Useless fucktards."


my hands smell like eggrolls.

i don't own jell-o or kingdom hearts or Chicago the musical, but I do own Roxas' nonexistent tits.

Does Larny have tits? She has some fuckin' awesome pencil-point Org boots, but does she have tits? Axel's chestcage is large enough for some big jugs.

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