"Hey, you know how these things work." After a moment of deep and neurotic thought, BoJack snapped his eyes over towards the side of the beaver, who is beginning to already breathe deeply and heavily as his hands were kept congested up over beside the burning swing of the rope that he twisted over and against the side of the wheel. The beaver's eyes were none too friendly, and the deep breathing of his own suffocation was only continuing as the narrow of his eyes snapped up over towards for Bojack, tentatively and with his body curled in snapped his eyes over to the beaver, dripping over his feet but his eyes were full of a deep melancholic desperation of intensity as he began to step his way over towards him, fingertips curled up against his chest and breathing with the hitch of his unevenness as he rushed himself over to the beaver, his eyes latching over briefly over towards where he could hear the way that the others were calling out, and continuing to try to be able to ease over the direction of the large ankle of the foot of the turtle over through the knocking over of the crumbling building surrounding up against the side of its weight as a continued a power but for between them, their voice is latching out, guiding up over between their entanglement as they did so as they could do to swoop their hands firmly above against the rope and Paul to get further still between them and against the side of the balconies.

Bojack's eyes were wide, as he let it a deep fearful breath as he, for a moment was distracted up orbit towards the chaos in front of him, but swallow thickly as he turned his eyes back over to the side of the beaver as he gave him a deep detrimental turn of a breath as the beaver only just barely managed to turn his eyes at barbitoids where he was heavily grinding his hands up over against the rope, not responding over to Bojack for a moment but seeming as if he was already occupied with that deep enslavement of the desperation and of the focus that he had over towards pulling the planet forward, clearly with his belief that in some way, it would empower him to be able to use it towards their relief of what he was so desperately latching towards.

"I don't have time to worry about that right now. And, if you could see how complex this is about to be if it has even just half of the amount of the humanity of what it's going to give this culture and if it's less or tolerance for you since the only reason why this culture hasn't completely slain you alive was has been because they thought they could get something out of being able to appease you, I think you should be intelligent enough to be able to recognize that it's not going to be very long before your about is succumbed or even more helpless than the average within the sculpture, since you still might have something that the civilizations around us might try it to be able to use for their own advantage if they feel as if there's a way they could get something out of it."

The Beaver, he seemed completely overwhelmed within the way that he was crippling his hands up over against the rope, currently turned his head above against a side of Bojack shoulder as to finally telling him to leave him alone with his ephesian of trying to be able to continue to focus with the narrative of the navigation in front of him as he did so. BoJack felt a panicked protest coming outside of his breath that he looked a bar beside the beaver with his handscript above her against his bombs but, turning his head over towards the side of the shoulder and his panic, he was still overtaken by the way that the body and the leg was no crashing it further still over between the buildings, turning, and bloating them down within the destruction of their cement and architecture, with what almost seems like a statement if it's construction and of the melancholic remarkability if it as much as could have been imagined as it was strange to purgatory to space in over towards the monkey air, until, with several of the civilization people that were stepping behind the edge of the balcony turn the rise up, voices latched out over towards the expanse of the fall, and called their expressions out as they did so as their hands grabbed aparov against the rope, and then stepped their bodies back as they did so as he could do to lasher didn't call against one other frantically with their own desperation, and tell that large overlooming foot was now drenched in floated against the side of every one of them come into it seem like a grotesque amount of lack of dignity that came along within its looming weight and energy and form, but as BoJack snapped his eyes are for while I felt the way that a shadow had fell up against him, could recognize that his gross and as complacent to come in and as desponded as much as the turtle was within its massive large foot easing up over against the crowd and of their own continued disparagic sense of desperation, that it was nonetheless one that was significant in terms of its groteskinous and failure within the previous turtles field humanity that required some studying to stay deeply embedded within it.

The shouts continue to barf against the side of their bodies as they continue to call out, and BoJack's voice lodged a barbitoids his breath as he snapped his eyes above towards where he could see the way that their voices were now becoming increasedly more entangled, disgruntled, and desperate as the computer lash the voices firmly of Barbara towards the inflotation of the foot in front of them as they begin to grapple and embed their rope steep rope over into the ankle. Their voices were desperate coming and formed with a deep sense of the exertion of their desperation as a latched it over between mother within their entanglement of their desperation as they did so, and, as BoJack turn his eyes for a last trip over towards beside the beaver of where his firm eyes and the heaviness of his breathing was tilting up over against the side of the heaviness of the foot, and whose body was now breathing into a deep congestion of a suffocated focus or against the inward of his own rumbling of his form, it was clear and that they were planning on dragging it all the way over towards as far as they could make it, foolishly, aimlessly, and without any particular extent of knowing of where it was going or why or where they would put it, or rather instead of just doing it senselessly, destruction only, to be able to pull it forward to whatever it is that they could have desperately gleam of hope that they would get out of it.

"Just try to let me-" His voice hitched as he stepped his way up late over towards the beaver but already, the sounds of what was the various metal as well as the slinging in the hissing of the rope that was up against the wheel, and the firm and the exhausted ease of the disorointed look of the beaver as it snapped up over to Bojack as he burned his expression over towards him snapped over within its direction as he stepped over towards him, that can increased slinging of the rope the burning of the wheel and the otherwise the grip over against the side of the Beaver's hands continued with that firm grown and the extension the way that is burning above towards the space of where there is now more shouts, but more significantly the overhang of the foot that was surrounding a bargains the tower in the buildings take him over towards a space surrounding the cluster of the buildings, which seemed as if it was now threatening to get knocked down and over from where they are pulling it further still, to the point where BoJack snapped a set up over the side of his shoulder, his eyes wide and as his breath caught up as he claimed his eyes a barbiturates the extent of where there was that looming form of the foot coming and with his ears or back and with his body hitched in curl this body down right, or it's launched up against him as he curled himself in word and snapped over towards where he could see the way that it's toes seemed as if it was now beginning to latch above towards the building of where it was now being pulled firmly through, without break or fail over towards the country's shout in the chaos of those that were beginning to navigate as they can do to thrash and pull to hit further still and over towards the exertion of the place and it begins the building to knock it over.

"Are you serious?" His voice caught up barbiturates his throat does he snapped a set of barber towards the beaver, his eyes were too disgruntled and is burning too deep within his expression to even so much as turn as he looked over towards the catch over of BoJack, as I snapped at Barbara towards aside and then she did so his voice kind of while he snapped and turned and looked over towards where the beaver and the deep heaviness of his own breath sucked to barber against a side of the beaver as he began to step his way backward, keeping the burning fire in the alignment up against his eyes from the abbers where that foot and the ankle was being pushed further forever towards the building surrounding in them. The Beaver said nothing but only abruptly began to step his way for other back ride, letting out a hitch and a grimace of his own features as he snapped his hands up over against the side of the edge of the rope and then abruptly turn it back upright, his eyes snapped firmly above towards the end of the side of where he could see the looming foot using up against the side of the building until with a further inch it was now pulled further bargains theme I did the building surrounding up against itself until, with an abrupt loom and a hitch and a crash over towards the side of the several buildings surrounding it, and especially of the several different pikes that made up of the heights that was surrounding up with several pillars over and against the front of the building that's surrounded in the first place, I did the beaver probably begin to grip his hands of purgatory illuminated rope, flicked his eyes for only apofrican side of the foot and continue to step his way back firmly and quickly, as I slashed a barber within his own guidance of its deep sense of his own focus until, with his eyes burning up within his exhaustion as he blinked out from the exertion of his own effort snap his eyes abruptly above towards the space as he called it over towards the rest of who were bubbling down in over towards the balconies within their own increased and continued disparate calls out, and their attempt for a desperation of any kind of sense of collection of focus, as his voice gently glided up and gleaned or towards the extent of where he rushed his voice above against them with a quick call of:

"get yourselves collected, great bond of the road, and be prepared to jump down over from the buildings! Don't lose your concentration on keeping your focus in your group hold on to the ankles of the turtle as much as you're able to, keep it beside yourself as best as you can, don't succumb over towards any kind of sense of weakness or a small to see you might have, keep yourselves collected in perfectly fought, and we can continue to move it forward, and take it with us and use it for what we can! Stay focused!"

His hands continue to grapple fernly above against the side of the edge of the rope, his body was crashing a barber towards the way that he abruptly called it over towards the exertion of the space of the rest of the crowd that was only somewhat beginning to collect themselves enough to contort themselves over from where it they were calling out to exerting up within their panic up over and onto the ground. BoJack snapped his eyes over with an aluminum as he tilted his head upward Torrance where you could see the way that the photo it was illuminating up over towards the side of the building in front of itself, twisting over within at the mess of the contortion of the ankle that threaded a perpet towards a space of the building where it now began to crash over towards at least several bits of those heightened poles or surrounding up against it, crashing up until with a significant luminosity of the crash in the challenge of it, the several different structures of both of the glass as well as the building's begin above the curl down and onto the ground,with the cement crashing up against another, but following hitting, drenching up her from the way that the cluster of the cement and otherwise grappled up and hit and reveraged it up against the side of the edge of that incredibly enlarged expanse of the dust of the cement until slowly, crash itself downright until several bits of those increased more buildings that seemed to captured a certain kind of deoxylate morning in and of itself continue to ease down over from the increased pole of the ankle of the turtle that was pulled firmly over between the heights of them, and Bojack could see the way that there was a deep melancholic grief over towards the building so we're falling up within themselves, a deep dense mood in an air and deniable from the way that they gradually crashed in crumbled down against another and over towards a space at the black extent of the exhaustion And what seemed like the building's had been latching up on due before within some sort of high strung compact energy or the attempt of it of what they had held before, now became a firmly crash up against with him what seem like more than just physical extended if he does they begin to crash and gleam up over against with their full defeat and crawled up over into the space and on to them defeat of the large expanse the space over between the luminality and the dragging over of the angle of the turtle brought further forward.

It took a moment for Bojack to collect himself enough to be able to step away to collect himself enough as to what he wanted to do, if there was come in fact, anything of what he could have collectively decided that he could have done. His ear is lowered back as his eyes snapped up over towards where he could see the way that the ankle was illuminating up over against the bittersweetness of his eyes physically and over against his expression coming his hands pressed up against aside the troubling of his palms and he did so I stepped his way back.

"Come on-" His voice left out from the breathlessness of his throat coming in his eyes continue to snap up against aside himself desperately as he's snapped his expression abruptly over towards the side of where His eyes, and desperate in Hispanic as they were, snapped up a properly over towards where the beaver was just barely managing to keep his own trembling hands beside the rope, but nonetheless was he still managing to do so, his eyes firm and squinted as he looked over towards or he continued to pull the large looming form of the turtle further over towards the overpass it is expression. BoJack, though he felt sick of Barbara towards the exertion of what he knew or felt he had to do, gave up a quick hedge of his breath as he snapped to those soreness of his eyes above towards the beaver, swallow thickly, and then, letting out a deep panic edge of a breath tripped over his feet as he rushed himself up over beside the beaver, his hands reaching out as he jabbed up over beside the beaver, and the beaver's eyes flashed above with the fire, his expression snapping a perfect and society of Bojack as he did so as he saw the way the botoxans reached out and curled up over against the side of the illuminated rope swinging a bargains the beaver's hands, his ears lowered back his voice caught a barbiturates the deep panic of the dryness of his breath as he grabbed it over and swung it up over against his palms as he began to keep his hands crowd above against it as quickly as much as he was able to, his eyes widen and his eyes snapped up barbiturates the side of the expansive space of the turtles ankle, of which slowly begin to sleep above towards a right side almost as if it were a balloon, won't Bojack within his own dissipated desperate expression just barely kept his hands over towards a focus of trying to be able to guide it forward best to see was able, breathing deep, his voice caught and hitched up, as he kept his eyes firmly snapped up Barbara towards where he could see the way that he was looming from one side and over towards the next towards the admitted and desperation and the insert entity that would made of against Bojack's eyes, as he snapped his expression of bread and give a soft picture of breath keeping his hands trumped up or against the rope as he did so, or the very least, attempted to.

"What are you doing?" The Beaver spoke with an abrupt edge from the zone panic and from his disbelief, BoJack snapped his head up over the side of his shoulders as he gave a hitch and kept his hands from curly against the side of the edge of the road, pitching his eyes as he turned and looked over at him, and job his palms firmly above against aside the rope as he did so as he stepped his way back, though he knew very little about what he was doing, only if the desperation of trying to be able to find some sort of a patient of the fact that he would. His shoulders rolled up as he turned his eyes violently with the soft and dignitation over towards a beaver that began to control it as he raised his shoulders upward, his eyes flamed over with the fire as he began to rush himself above towards Bojack, that previous weariness that had taken him a moment before that had seen enslaved over towards his own desperation now caught up firmly towards a sudden deep expansion of his team and just he began to ease his body and over to Bojack and begin to rush himself from the above towards him.

"Stop!" His words begin to breathe awkwardly I see card toward it his eyes abruptly above towards where the beaver, within the sharp flame of its eyes begin to reach his hands out as he snapped it apart towards the side of the edge of her Botox hands were called above her against the side of the rope. He kept his hands firmly crawled up against it as he did so with his ears lower back as a gift a quick hedge of an edge of his breath, his body contorting as his eyes were snapped in the bottom of his eyes puffed to twitched and lowered, as he snapped his eyes abruptly above towards for the beef or reached its hands out against him, snapping over as he tried to grapple up over towards the twist of Bojack's mom's grimed to put over concealated of the rope, which admittedly burned as he kept his hands and grip up against it but there was a large part of Bojack that knew that this, and his effort towards it, and the desperation of trying to be able to have any kind of connection towards a transfer of the turtle was the only extension of any hope of that of what she could hope to have. The bottom of his puffy eyes twitch does he looked over towards where the beaver, and the flame of his eyes, snapped his way of Barbara towards BoJack is size for inflamed as he glared himself up over against him, snapping his hands out abruptly as he gave a sharp edge for protest as he snapped his body above against the side of Bojack, his eyes were inflamed up against him as he going to borva towards and defiantly, hands troubled and hitched up over against the rope, and stepped his way back just as he barely stepped himself back over from the end of the side of the inflamement of the beavers defiance as the beer is snapped his hands up his side and as he spoke a deep because our shouldn't have an edge of a protest, though it barely managed to appease over towards the way that BoJack within his desperate panic, stepped his way back as he gave a hitch over his own rejective breath, eyes twitching, and body snapping back over towards where he continued to twitch and a contort and grow the rope further above towards the end to the side of the buildings taking him over towards the desperation of his eyes as he stepped his way back violently.

"You idiot! You don't understand what you're trying to do by trying to take control over something that you don't understand. This isn't going to lead to what you think it does, do you understand?"

"I know enough!" Bojang's voice was troubled, and vaguely and dignified as he snapped the fire of his eyes above towards where the beaver's body was snapping up over against him coming His eyes inflamed above towards a disbelief of that of which was occurring, as a beaverized inflamed and snapped a bar against Bojack within the deep exertion of its disbelief over towards the fact that such an obstacle was happening at all, BoJack have to say and script over against aside the rope and abruptly did his body get pulled for it up against it as he led at an abrupt hitch of his breath of panic, while he felt the way that surprisingly he felt a sudden lack of control for a moment, his hands and body gripped up as it was snapped forward further above towards the angle of the beast, and for mama did his breath leave his throat within his panic as a zero sword back as his eyes snapped over against it within the illuminosity of his melancholy and admitted fear and uncertainty for a moment as he caught himself over from the way that he had abruptly been violently latched forward for a moment, and he swallow thickly, his eyes widenessie world his shoulders up and snap his eyes with an attempt of his own despondence over towards the increased flotation of the foot that was twisting up against him, now booming up almost now firmly entirely bar against his eyes as he twisted his eyes of barbitoids it bitter sweetly. He rolled his shoulders, and gave another reassessment assessment of her breath, and snapped his eyes back over towards the beaver as he did so while his hands grab it apart against the illumination of the rope, and snap his eyes appropriately above towards him as he jammed his hands further begins a side of it, with his eyes he's depend to a flare of a flame of a fire as he pulled it back with a soft exertion of his breath as he called out abruptly over towards the beaver again, whose eyes were burning with his own panicked indignant says he looked him over but seems if he was too frozen within his own and just barely put together any kind of plan of making an invention of any clear way or path for his own relief to be able to act on it that the size snapped over towards her Bo Jackson's or cryptoide the rope, and Bojack sighs flamed and inflared with the fire as he grabbed his mom's up against it as he stepped back and called over towards him to finally again, "please, and let me have one control over this, if nothing else. Please."

The Beaver size / beside or Bojack kept his hands gripped up over against the side of the rope, and his eyes flamed above towards would seem like an unreadable, but intense fire, as he snapped his expression above towards where he could just barely keep his hands pressed up over beside the rope and BoJack wins to come up the admitted sense of his own unknowing and melancholy I've answered and flooding up or towards the burnability of his eyes, as he kept his hand still grappled above against the rope one hand onto the bottom of the knot, the other raising up over towards the rope as he could do to hitch he pulled it back abruptly, and there was a clear strain of what she was struggling deeply to keep up against his body, as he continued to try his best to be able to pull it forward regardless as much as he was able to although he could feel the way that, surprised over towards the weight of it coming that he was almost physically being pulled and rushed forward whether humid to be or not.

"Jesus-How hard is this thing going to be in terms of pulling me forward? How on earth did you do this?" BoJack's voice broke, his wife catched up as he did so as his words latched up and died of barbiturates his breath, as his eyes snapped up abruptly over towards where his hands trumbled above towards a syringe burning of the road that took up against him, as with another abrupt and vague and tug if he felt the way that he was a probably last and pulled forward, rather finally, back over towards where the turtle was easing itself from what seemed like one side other way that the others were trying to be able to pull its grotescence from one side of its flotation, and then another abruptly above towards the next coming BoJack's words or large departments his throat as he continued to feel the way that his body and eyes were being continuously snapped of barbitoids had come in his words latched up as he swallowed thickly as his eyes were wide and as he could feel the way that with an even further tongue that must have came over from those that were trying to be able to have their own sense of control over it, his body roughly twisted, his eyes wide and as he felt the way that his bias abruptly snapped back upright, launched Barbie towards his throat as he gave a hedge to run attempt to protest, and then ears are back as his expression pouted as he felt the way that he's probably snapped further above against the exertion space of the force of it, it's timid it does for body being enlarged forward until he could feel the way that his hands almost released from a slack of control as his body was a probably spun around within the disorientation that took him.

"You think you have any control over what you think you want yet?" The beaver's voice was abrupted on edge, as he began to ease his burly body further for against the side of bojacks form, Bojack's eyes why didn't as his breath caught up as he snapped a set abruptly barber towards where he could see the way that the Burley form of the beaver now began to step his way beside or Bojack's body had abruptly twisted awkwardly within the contortion of the way that he tries best to be able to control the rope, his expression was puffed wide and then unedged as a serious learn back as he saw the way that the beaver began to rush his body abruptly above her towards the side of the rope before BoJack had, if only from the exhausted disoriented lurching had to try to be able to pull it back, and the beefer reached his hand side at his grappled and gripped in a purgatory side of the exertion of the deep end of the road, twisting his eyes forward as he did so, BoJack looking over towards him with the wide of his eyes as he tried to speak a word, but could only see the way that the beaver grappled and twisted the sands abruptly forward towards the side they're open front of him, and try to be able to collect it within the desperation of his own control as best as he was able to, and BoJack closing his eyes they snapped his head away as he saw the way that the Beaver lodged can kept his hands twisted contorted, and snapped a Barbie towards the alumn nausea and raising up over against his hand as he twisted his eyes upright abruptly over beside the form of the floating ankle in front of him.

"I need to do something. I have to be able to get over there, I have to transfer, there has to be some way of her that I can go there and if I allow you to destroy it before I can get a chance to be able to become a part of it, to get myself over there, you have to understand-"

"Stay back!" The Beaver's voice seemed as if it was east of Barbara towards a violent exertion of warning, his eyes snapping a perfect inspect within his disorientation as he did so I said began to snap his eyes a bargains to my properly, his hands were trembling up over towards the attempt of the control of the rope, and Botox size wide and as he felt the way that his ear sore back upon hearing that bloody desperate and they came along with the v force he spoke out, the beavers eyes snapped a barrel probably towards the exertion of the rope as he continued to grab his hands as he twisted and thrashed his palms apart against it, his eyes are wincing as he thought at a significant grunt to them begin to probably snap his hands further perpetuates where there seemed to be the fairly aimless direction or perhaps, just a week attempt for the rest of the civilization to Paul the heel of the turtle over towards a place of wherever was that they would have at the very least the illusion of the sense of control. The beaver is tone as well as the muscles against MC and as if they are firmly exerting their full sense of power now, himself wrapping up his muscles up against it as he did so as he began to sway one significant foot of rope against him, and then another, and then another, as I snapping a bar against Bojack with an abrupt fire as he did so, and then he used his eyes abruptly proper towards the side of the edge of BoJack who's expression was wide and become a large, tentative as his body crawled up against him, his fingertips used up against his palms as he saw the way that the otter looked over at him with would seem like a genuinely earnestly busy, but in devastated leave it forward towards a fire of his eyes as he snapped his head abruptly over towards the edge of the game of Bojack, and then continue to begin to snap his hands above against the rope as eternity sound his eyes up and giving up a hitch, and continue to glee misses hands crippled over against inside the illuminated rope while he stepped his way back.

"I'm sorry."

"Get back over beside the door, and wait for me to give you a chance for being able to have any kind of sense of focus. You understand me? You're not going to find it by trying to be able to desperately trip over yourselves and to find it from there, I promise-"

"No, mean, I'm sorry-"

BoJack's voice wasn't dignified and trembling, and the beavers snapped his eyes a bargains Bojack into a flame of his own question at his eyes wrapped up as he saw the way that BoJack began to abruptly trip his feet above against the side of his eyes, his eyes snapped up over against him abruptly as he swallowed thickly, and raised his hands it over toward the side of where the otter kept his hands burned over against the rope as he did so as he looked over towards the side of her Bojack sands grappled up over against the rope, his eyes snapped up over against with a soft and desperation of an ease of his own attempt of it reassurance as he purposes against the side of the of the road, his eyes twisted up barbitoids with a deep exhaustion of panic as he began to grow up with hands above her against the side of the rope as his eyes are probably snapped over towards the exertion of the beaver, his eyes were inflamed as he twisted as he looked over against him and at first, a deep shock flooded apart against his eyes when he saw the way that Bo Jackson's abruptly grappled over against the side of the edge of it, his high is twisted of barbitoid's a side of the rope, even as the beaver abruptly let out another deep and no incomprehensible protests that seemed as he was borderline on the extension of a bloody need for survival now, his eyes narrowed down, and his expression inflamed as he jabbed his hippopotic and society Bojack, who gave abrupt hitch but kept his hands firmly determined they pressed a barf against the side of the rope, with a zero slower down as he snapped his eyes up and looked over with a deep inflammate of his own desperation as he turned, and snapped his eyes upright as he tried as best to get the kids himself back over beside the rope again.

"it'll kill you, you idiot! This your amount of the force of the turtle and and of itself and if it's weight is going to kill you, throw you forward, display open your body for everything of what you could possibly imagine. I promise you. If you have to be something that you have to train for, not just on the outside but on the Edward as well, it took me an impossible obscene amount of time do you think it closer towards this point, and even now, I struggle with it, if you try to be able to have a sense of control over towards the turtle now you're not going to be able to survive, look come it's already happening to you!"

"Then what should I do? I have to be able to transfer over there, I can't just stay here come at the culture here, the way that people are placed come the energy, I have a deep feeling that wherever it is at my wife is as if there's any way that I can find her would be over there, I need to try to be able to transfer over towards it, you need to let me-"

"Then figure it out!"The beaver's voice for inflamed as his hip trays depart against Bojack as he looked him over, his expression lowered and falled her down within that deep grime his eyes as he did so I said to grinched a perfect and society Bojack. His expression was still deeply exerted apart against within exertion of his own insistence, as his admittedly more powerful body jammed over as he shoved Bojack of over to the side, although there seemed as if there was a justification above towards Hispanic that Cosmo attack to falter rather than continue to show his hands of over against his body, his fingertips grappled up or against his chest, his eyes pouted and his ears are back as he saw the way that demand kept his eyes grabbed up against its insistence. The fire and the flame there was up against the side of the beaver's eyes snapped apart against him yet further still and then come out when it seems as clear that Botox hands were grappled it begins to within his now understood hopelessness coming The burning of the side of the beaver's eyes begin to slowly detach away from him, and then he is his eyes upward again, snapping his expression further forward, and grouped his hands up over towards the edge of the side of the rope as his eyes were flamed up, twisted down right over again stood, and then stabbed and crawled his body back with the hitch coming grand missing over against his breath, and then continue to step his way back over against the side of the edge of the rope as with another abrupt and what now seem like a violent desperate called over towards the rest of those surrounding him forever against the platforms, he snapped his hands up against it further, trumbled his body back, and then begin to latch over his hands which did seem as if they had a certain kind of expertise to them about towards the extension of the side of the rest of the space of the rope, twisted his eyes upward come and then with a deep inflame of his own desperation, continued to lunch as you muddled and grew up in snap the body of the angle of the turtle for it as he continued to grappling to twist himself further back with the attempt to trying to be able to keep his collection of his own focus against it as best as he was able.

The foot was now becoming illuminated enough, and hide it enough that is BoJack size snapped as he looked over towards in, he could see the way that it was now became to loom a perfect in the side of the wide extension of his eyes coming and as he saw the way that it was eliminated over against the side of the edge of the form of his expression He could only feel the way that his panic now began to overcoming fully as he began to see the way that it was looming over against him now as he gave up a hitch of a painful breath, his eyes he used up over with the flare perforator it's his own exertion of defeat as he saw the way that it was no suede and looming a bargains the form of his eyes, melancholic, deep and exhausted, while I saw the way that that foot began to now loom firmly before against his forum as he stepped his way back, letting out a hitch of his own exhaust and breath the wall he looked over towards her and now loomed and seemed as if it was now crashing up over towards more than just the pillars of what had been surrounding up the area moment before. It was now crashing of not only towards the leftover of the cement, and of the way that within its emptiness that came along with the dust of the cement otherwise that was now raining up over against both the struggling of the beaver as well as BoJack but was no sweeping above her between the bodies of the both of them as well as the emptiness coming BoJack clothes designs as he called his body and word as he felt the way that that just rained up against his body, and then, with themselves stepping back we're looking forward towards the increased elimination of the foot does it twisted so formatoid the expands the space, gave up a quick swallow I have his breath curled its body and word, and abruptly began to rush his boy back over towards the door, snapping his eyes up towards aside at the beaver but already beginning to ease his hands up over against the large form of the door, his eyes exhausted wide and desperate as he thrushed Santa begins to him with the hitch, opened it upward with the desperate grunt and then you're called his body and as he rushed his way over and into the other side, his body tries to sing up against the back of it come and breath that you're using out up against the exhaustion of his breath, I was trying to power to the side as he swallow thickly come up here slower back, has his hands cramped up barv against the side of it and turned as he began to hear the way that there was yet a more crash in common and then another violent call over from the beaver as he saw the way that the Shadow the Beaver underneath the movement of the door was now beginning to step back into such a way that it seemed as if there was a deep shadow of its own movement latched up underneath the side of the door, his eyes widen up as his words launched a derby towards his throat, his body curled inward as he did so as he began to ease his body towards the extension the side of the space as he began to hear the way that the inside of the space crumble to come in with his ears lowered, and swallowing thickly, he stepped his way over towards where he began to rush himself abruptly over towards the exertion of the other side of the space of the crumpling foot surrounded him, ears are back and I snapped upright, as he began to snap his way his family and as quickly as much as he was able to your profit towards the entrance of the stairs of where he had came from to begin with.

His hands grounded up over against the side at the edge of the door, his eyes twisted over and exhausted within his uncertainty as he did so is he snapped his eyes properly above towards the expanse of her he could hear the way that there is another significant crash, and his eyes snapped upward as he did so as he gleamed his eyes above towards where he could see the way that there is a significant crack of over towards the ceiling up over towards the front of his eyes coming. He pressed his lips together, his shoulders rolled, and a size snapped up or does he did so as he began to frantically brush his way down and over towards the space of the stairs as quickly as much as he was able to, tripping over his feet, his award slashed a perpet towards his throat as he did so, tripped over against a side of his breath as he did so as he rushed himself over and down to the ground again, his eyes snapped above towards the inside of the snap of the crack that's surrounding up against the large form of his exhaustion of his eyes, snapped over abruptly, and with a deep exhaustion of his own panic that took up against the dryness of his throat as he looked around him, swallow thickly again as his fingertips pressed over against the side of his fingertips pulled his body in word, And although he could hear the way that there was the increased crashing, the call out the detriment, that clear since of what was far more lack of control or even a reasonability from others more than even kind of expected to enroll up a shoulders, and then begin to abruptly rush his way as best as he was able to help over towards the other side of the entrance of where he had initially been passing by to begin with, swallowing thickly, and rolling up his shoulders as he probably kept his body forward in over towards the crack of both the walls come of the cement, his eyes wide and then taken up as he began to make his way up over between hallway and of the previous occupied swinging of both rope as well as the metal end of the construction of its own functionality and moment before, body crawled in as he snapped in his way abruptly, voice latched up with in his exhaustion and uncertainty, and of the disparagement that took him as he rushed away from one circular entrance of where the rope and where the previous focus is of those functionalities now seemed as if they're either forgotten or were going to buy 10 full now within the functionality, himself only keeping his ears lowered and for only twisted down right as he continued to rush his way quickly as much as would have been possible, from the above between the exertion of them and frantically out and over towards the front of where he abruptly begin to see the way that he finally let himself over towards the very front archery of the entrance, his feet stopping, and his eyes are probably twisting up over where his fingertips pressed to against his palms, as he looked over towards that deep uncertainty of the entrance that surrounded up against him that led over towards a large open pass of cement in front of him, seeing as if it would have let out or over towards something that was initially meant to be some sort of freedom of valley, something that was meant to be gardens, except there was nothing except for untended to grass and a full expanse of a valley in front of him that seemed as if it promised and nothing except for its endlessness in terms of its lack of structure or of any focus, and with that cement path that was in front of it eventually, as his eyes are faulted only ended over against the space abruptly come in with his breath hitch job, could see the way that there was eventually something that seemed as if it wouldn't let up or towards the buildings of which were now crumbling, and destroyed, that were coupling up against another within the increased destruction that came along with the breaking down of the foot of the turtle that was snapped to barbiturates a space, of what she could now see, if he could look over towards that large skyscraper form of the illuminosity of the foot in front of him, seemed as if it was gradually now beginning to give away to the open expanse of where there seemed as if there was a suggestion of that much farther and larger body, claiming up as a weighted over towards the side of where there was a body hauling up over towards the other edge of it and over between the buildings on the other side if it's increased pulled over and contortion and concreased forest of its movement in over between the buildings surrounding it.

His breath lurched up, his ears sword back as he hitched his eyes at forever towards where he could see the way that the body was continuously twisted up over to the side of the way that the body was extending further up against the foot that was twisted up against it. For the time being common within his panicked erratic head space and of his desperation that only tried to be able to remember about his only specific focus of trying to find you, if there was ever even any hope of what he could invent going for though it would allowed to do so, did he swallow the clay, his eyes wide and it desperate as you begin a trip over his feet with a smog exertion of his eyes as he began to rush himself forward and over against the landscape taking up over against his expression as he did so, his fingertips pressed a barber towards its palms, and his eyes widen as he gave a hitch for breath as he began to brush his way further over between the cement space that seemed as if it's specifically been made he's a purpose towards some specific direction over towards the gleam of the roads take him over against his eyes as his expression softened within its deep disparagement of an unknowing as he continued to trip over his feet has he continuously rushed his way further forward.

"Down, shoot down, keep him down! Don't let him get away!"

His hand snapped over his shoulders as his eyes were gleaned to grow within his panic, he could see that there was several different of those animals that were now snapping up over beside the balcony, and, feeling the way that his heart was flipping a barbiturates his chest could see that they were jabbing out would seem like several different gun type materials above towards this direction. His eyes largeed up as he began to feel the way that his panic flooded further perpet towards the contortion of his throat, there was at least two that begin to latch themselves a perva towards the side of where they begin to use themselves further afterwards where he was continuing to rush himself down as best to see was able to, his eyes tripping up over towards the side his feet as he continue to rush his way as quickly as much as easy able to across the cement His eyes snapped at Barbara towards where he twisted and looked towards where there was that increased sense of what seemed like some sort of violence gum at the congestion in the mood of it as he began to become aware of it and then, with bodies latching up against another with at least two anomorphic anvil stood up over against the side of their balcony there was two that begin to let you over towards an end deniable weapon of a gun, and as his eyes flared up all he felt the way that his voice launched over with in his breath within his exhaustion of his denial and of his desperation, leaned his body and word as he began to hear the way that there is a flash of gun above against the front of him, I twist over against the form but their direction up against a side of his body, his feet tripped up as he did so as he began to feel the way that especially with the shooting up with the fire in front of him, he abruptly lost the threat of his own focus as he began to feel the way that he had lost his concentration, his body crawled in as his eyes hitched up, and tripping over his feet until he come in abruptly, even as he let out a brief and a contrived protest as he felt the way that his voice lined out within his desperation of protest, felt the way that his body probably landed up an over and onto the ground, feeling the way that there was an abrupt in violent ranging up against his ears as his body crawled up and slammed a bond of the ground to the zero sword back, his breath got a pervadores his throat, as he felt the way that his hands as as well as a sudden violence of the way that his body is tripped forward abruptly slammed, as he felt the way that the bottom of his snout in his body slammed and twisted up in with the deep-bringing, fell up over towards you to the ground in front of him as it's graved over against both body and clothes end up against his mind as he felt it deep abrupt exhausted unforgiving bringing a violence that snapped of arbitrage his ear.

His eyes blinked frantically, His expression pouted into a deep hopelessness for a moment as he try to blake over towards a blariness that was in front of his eyes, it took him a moment to be able to do so but slowly did his body begin to raise himself up from where his body had been slammed up and over probably onto the ground, for a moment, he could feel nothing except for the way that the bread had been launched outside of his mouth, and his hands reached out as he, though troubling, slowly to with his eyes widened and with his breath coming out of her towards a full fledge fainted figure as he began to come back to himself, slowly begin to raise himself up, His hands trembling up as his eyes were wide and, exhausted, and bulged up as he began to as he gave up a twisted exalt of his own fearful swear I looked a permit towards a trembling of his hands in front of him, and then pressed his lips together into his solid contour defeat of a pound, and pressing firmly up against his palm, and gave a deep exerted breath this is your sword back, his eyes why I didn't raised up as he did so his eyes flashed forward as his breath got a proven towards his throat, and swallowed thickly, as he tried to be able to come back over towards himself even though his body was cut up, the energy of this air completely twisted or within himself, and with himself easing his body for it quickly as he tried to raise himself at this best as he was able to, though his eyes snapped a Barbie towards the side of where he could hear that continued call, that snap over there to the side of their bodies come in they're twisted their forms against another as he did so as he lost it firmly forward towards the end of his direction of where he could just barely man to raise himself up, his eyes latched up towards the sword as he's fallen thickly as he, abruptly, though his body trembled, tried to raise himself up and over from the ground again.

He barely managed to get himself up into a sitting position, His knees scraping up our beside the ground as his hands troubled up over beside his forehead, as I snapping over, with a desperate panic as his eyes going to barbatore and see extension of where he could see the way that there was the fast over him hanging expanse of that leg twisting it bargains the overhanging of his eyes. He could all receive the way that although there was several different shoots of pistols I was over towards his direction, of what she could see the aftermath of the slinging of the smoke of, that he managed to just barely raise himself upward, the voice searching up as his hands trouble to bargains aside his palms, and with a deep edge of his own exhausted uncertain disorientation and with his hands troubling up over against the side of the the edge of his snout, I probably raised himself up with it Trumbull of his breath as he raised himself forward as best as he was able.

His feet begin a trip over himself, and his eyes not forward as he began to tentatively rush his way up over against the side of the rest of the cement as best as he was able to. Although he could still feel the way that there had been a significant impact from the way that he had slanted over and onto the ground in the way that it would scratched, it had to overtaken the sound and the feeling inside of his voice he can do to rush himself further above towards the cement, keeping his body curled inward, and his breath lodged up into a desperation, and trying to ignore the burning as well as the ringing up against his head as he did so serious or back while he began to abruptly snap his way forward with us quick of a focus as he was able to, rushing himself forward within his exalted misery as much as he was able to as you rushed himself firmly up over and against the side of the cement space around against him.

There is more snapping over of call those are between one other, more blast that came over from the extension of where they were blasting about from the side of the edge of the balcony, he kept his body firmly twisted above towards the side of the space of the extension of where he was contained to rush his way further begins the cement come up any tripped over the side of his feet, already twisted and paralyzed enough as it was, as he continued to rush his way further forward to know for against the edge of the cement of the path, tripping over from one side and a barber towards the next as he felt the way that there is that significant burning of the call out and from the increased snap of the burning of the pistols and of their command that just barely managed to this way from heading him firmly from where he continued to rush himself firmly and overthrew the cement. Although his eyes were focused above towards trying to at the very least navigate some entrance away that he could get over towards the turtle and and of itself, as his expression with somber, and his ears are back as he continued to snap is very firm they forever towards the ongoing sense of this reality of the space in front of him that came over from the gradually revealing looming over of the turtle in front of him, he could still feel the way that there was that increase shout over against each other, the burning over in the snap of the extension of the end to the side of each other's bodies, and the way that there was another increased shout from each other, another slap over in a syringe of a pistol gun a bond of the ground, although this time it seemed as if it was becoming further away from being able to shoot him or to target him further than it been before, and he swallowed thickly again, his voice dried his eyes caught up as he only continued to force himself, despite aching your body comment that congestion inside of his mind, and the lack of ability to feel anything significant in terms of his focus of direction of desperation come in continue to rush his way further forward as best as he was able to end over from the space until the building's looming up against him begin to dissipate over towards where they were still crashing up over from their previous destruction that had taken a moment before I come up and his body got upcoming his expression curled in, hands grab it up over against a side of his chest as he did so until he firmly submerged himself before between we're what was left at the bottom of the cluster of the buildings that hadn't completely been destroyed and dismanted onto the ground and were The majority of that of which was surrounding his twisted in desperate, crawled in focused body as he began to just barely He's himself away from where you were there was yet still more pistol guns shouts, and of claims are just out their body as he could tutically about their extension of their form of focus firmly over towards the exertion of his own panicked direction.

His hands begin to grip over beside the first of the crumble down cracked wall as soon as he began to somewhat find a collection of himself, his eyes provided as he goes flew back as he felt the way that his hands grew up with a barb against the side of this space of the broken down cement that he used to barb against his fingertips as he pressed over towards the concave at the crevices of the cracks as his eyes turned over to the side, breath caught up within panic, and swallow thickly as he did so as he tried to collect himself upon hearing the way that there was still yet more shouts, congestions in a violence going up against one other, although it seemed as if the crashing of that a large foot of the turtle was now began to overcome the majority of their attention, especially with what sounded like that increased destruction of the way that it's impact was now twisting and interacting firmly above a towards the space of where it was no crashing up over against the rest of the buildings, and now, most significantly, the building of where they had even been launching it forward and have been pulling it towards their direction to begin with.

Although it took him a moment to even come close to managing to be able to calm his breath, after a moment as his ears or back he did so as his hands grappled firmly forward towards the cracks up against his palms, his ears lowered back as he gave a small tremor of his breath as he did so as his body crawled in as he gave a deep rasp of a swear for a moment, and then, once he begin to hear the way that both the crash of what seem like that large, cringe inducing destruction that came over from the height of the unnatural nature that to the building was being contorted in as it was a destroyed, and the sounds what seemed like increased of violence of their own attempt to trying to be able to collect and they called over again so another within their focus and emergence of guidance, did he slowly turn the bittersweetness of his eyes appropriately or against a side of his shoulder, turning his head back as he gave a slight cough and a hitch with breath as you rolled up his shoulders and then, so I'll link thickly, begin to turn his eyes over towards the side of where there was those compound, and have destruction buildings surrounding up against each other as they continue to perpet towards a space of their compact entrance over towards a friend of bojacks better sweetness eyes as you breathe quickly coming rolling up his shoulders as he swallowed, and only vaguely begin to take it upon himself after a mom and dad's give a soft focus of the inside of his uncertainty as he the world his eyes above towards the entrance, begin to swell and thickly and such a way of his acceptance that slowly, as you rolled up his shoulders away from the side of the door and of the knob to tea, hesitantly, begin to brush his way up over towards the various different buildings coming His body feeling is finite and is small as much as ever, as I snapping up over within his misery as he looked up against him but slowly, and with a gradual poise of his own acceptance, began to ease away firmly above towards the expansive space in front of him as he began to rush his weight for firmly and forward above towards the extension of the pelvic surrounding up against him as he hesitantly rushed himself over towards the space of the buildings come his years sore back as his eyes twisted up, has he began to rush his way above between the buildings surrounding a perimeter it's the fearful extension of his eyes while he forced himself to rush over between them.

He could still feel the way that he was caught up, and entirely on edge, body twitched in as he did so as he felt the way that his shoulders were paralyzed and contorted up as he heard the way that there was the increased blast, and then what must have been an impact of something that was falling up with it itself within the exhaustion of the way that it was beginning to crumble entirely above against the foot of the turtle, his eyes were why didn't flared up as he called up within himself for a mom does he swallowed thickly upon hearing it come in and then his ears are back as he gave his soft silent breath as he did so, as he tried his best to call himself upon hearing the way that there was that destruction of yet even further and destruction and a twist over against where they rest of it was began to crumble down and over from within itself. He kept his fingertips and his eyes closed for a moment as his body curled in but, upon it hearing the way that there is yet more crashes that was coming up from for the building, his eyes so they flickered forward as he raised his body up, and with his eyes twisted up and exhausted did he begin to make his way firmly towards where he could look over towards that extension of that increased expands a space taking it over against his eyes, bittersweet as much as it was coming as you begin to tourist his eyes appropriately for over towards the exertion of the various buildings taking or against the uncertain form that twisted up in tormented otherwise as ugly and his eyes up got about to come up hearing the way that there was several different buildings and of congestions of the words of their last call out towards the fight up against it or their attempt of Ed, the way that there was a crash in of a significant trip just in contortion from the way that they were snapping up within themselves within that increased destruction of the way that it was crawling up and crashing within the brick surrounding it against it he come after Mom would, readjusted into his soft ignition of his own bittersweet zombre acceptance, and twisted his eyes forward as he did so, giving up a soft faltered breath come out and then, looking for between those half destroyed buildings up against him began to hesitantly step his way further forward and over between them, got himself forward as best as he was able to, his eyes twisting a better sweet label I looked over towards those half destroyed buildings, still seem as if they had something about them that seemed as if it was a certain kind of wake of both a destruction and air of melancholy taking it, as he continued to hesitate rush his way for the forward and looked over towards where the illuminating him over against the front of his own sponsored and form, as he walked himself over towards the melancholy of that of which surrounded him while he walked himself over into through in the melancholy of the buildings as best as much as he was able.

His arms as well as his body felt as if it was entirely suffocated over within the tension of what had taken him, and he rolled up his shoulders as he continued to make his eyes and his focus clearly a barbitored the edge of the building surrounding him as he swallowed, and gave up a song for directed acceptance of congestion over towards his misery enough because his befulement of nothing else-He knew that he had no choice as his eyes bittersweet that looked up in front of him as he gave a somber, and of an abrupt hitch of his own bittersweet breath as he began to make his way firmly forward towards the space in front of him that if nothing else, he was under some sort of wordless obligation to make his way for it as best as he was able to-bittersweet and his empty and of what seem like almost ominous as much as a buildings and if they're half crashed over structures were as he made his way through them, he could see the way that there is that looming form of the half bent over form of the turtle, which he can now see gradually the suggestion of the underbelly of, and vaguely come underneath that underbelly he could also see the way that there is that vauge suggestion that seems as if it was The gradual emergence of something about the eternal that was far more of what seemed like what he was looking for, and with the distant shouts those going up over between those are glaming up as they called out and thrashed up against another within their increased arrogance and of their desperation, and with his eyes filtered down right as he began to make his way over towards where he could see the way that it seems as if that bent over illuminated form it's belly was slowly taking a permit towards a form of Bojack as he hesitantly walked himself and tripped over his feet to come over beside it, hesitantly with his bittersweet sovereigners made his way of Barbara towards it as he began to see the way that it was firmly recollected above towards his eyes now as he twisted his eyes at barber towards it come in He could see the way that it was gradually beginning to ease itself firmly a part of towards the exertion of the space of his eyes as he could do to step his way over towards it, his eyes twisting over towards where he could see the way that the underbelly, although it was far too distant and distinct and significant firm to be able to make sense of, couldn't it still nonetheless see the way that it was gradually began to form late forward into such a way that he could see that it was in fact, something that had a sense of unopen expanse of its own creating of what seemed like them and though not expressed in any kind of human fashion, had an opening towards it come out It's true to you I've been willing to fight enough to be able to come apart to it, and to be a part of it, and to dare to find it.

He continued a trip over his feet, his body timidly curled and as he did so as he drudged himself over between the half destroyed buildings surrounding up against him, his eyes faltered and twisted and curled and as he began to rush himself over between the expanse of it and tell, abruptly, the teep began to rush himself Barbara towards where so Halloween quickly he could make his way over to the very and ever he could make out something, although a couple of buildings away, the cell would have would seem like a hand that was dangling itself up over between the buildings coming seeming as if it had the silhouette of something that, that's his eyes blinked as he give a hitch for his breath and turn and looked above her beside it, it was clearly something that suggested over towards the swaying of the turn of its hand that was east of Oregon several different buildings that had now already been crashed over from the destruction of what had taken a moment before, threading up over with the softest way of over against its hand as its way to bargains the buildings turning bar against the front of where it was got gently guiding and turning itself forward over between the building so we're surrounded up over against the form of it. Although he could hear the way that there was that increased violent calls that came over from the back of the outside, and lovelessness and arrogant enough that it caused him to curl his body in and it thrash over within a deep need of protection within himself upon hearing the natural violence that came over from the arrogance from the way that they can tear to call out, it hardly managed to undo that increased focus that he had as he looked over towards a bittersweetness of the hand swing up over between the buildings, it's body curled and can just sit down right as it did so, and, knowing that there was nothing but a deeper lovelessness in a form waiting for him on the other side at each was his eyes up, and he's just his expression up right over between where he could see the way that it was about several different miles of a distance away but or he to get to it, he would have been able to have at least someone a sense of reconciliation within his otherwise desperate, and uncertain exhaust that was taking in controlling him otherwise within the desperation he had of even having the slightest sense of control, or if any freedom come out where is there any ability for him to be able to feel any kind of genuine sense of confidence that he would for the time being as he snapped his eyes up, and turned and looked over towards where I was continuously swing over with that dangle of hand that seemed as if it was passing in and out over within its silhouette form, they're not nearly focused enough yet to make to confirmly a proper towards for his eyes twisted apart with that soft exhaustion of his own bittersweetness as his eyes cleaned up over towards aware and continue to sway up against the front of his eyes.

He closed his eyes as he felt her the way that those callouts continued, but twisted his eyes upright as he did so as he swallow thickly within exertion of his own exhausted him acceptance, as he began to trip his way above towards the rubble, and of the dust and grime of otherwise those take care of against the form of his body as he began to rush his way firmly forward as best as he was able to and over towards these space up against the various rubble of the buildings and the destruction of it that took above against the form of his eyes as he continued to trimble his way further forward as best as much as he could, despite the broken extensive is confidence war of his focus collectively.

With his voice trying, he continued to navigate apart from between the buildings until I'll come finally, feeling the way that his body was contorted and over with and is exhaustion, with hand trembling did he press it up over beside a building for a moment to come in His ear is lowered back as his eyes continue to clean up with the snap of his expression of barbitored a place where he could see the way that the hand was looming and twisting it for over towards the exertion of his own eyes, he swallowed thickly, and yet again did he hear the way that there is more gun shoots that was kind of apart from behind him that had initially been directed over towards him coming He closed his eyes, fell to horrow of exhaustion and of pain sweeping over against him upon hearing it come then but just as quickly begin to readjust his eyes snapped over with a soft contortion of his own focus again, snapping his eyes bitter sweetly above towards where you could see the way that there was now the scales that was sweeping up over between the hand that was now turning in and out over towards its focus, clearly a turtle's hand, and his fingertips begin to press over towards that empty dirty tattering experience of his own clothes, has a somehow within his borderline deliriousness, he would have been able to find the tool that of what she needed to be able to make himself over towards it, and two, as best as he was able to, interject himself within it so that he could transfer himself firmly or from where he was in over towards a new place entirely.

But his eyes wide and as he felt the way that his panic continued when he realized, that whatever any kind of ability that he would have had seemed as if it was not on him, his bitter sweet eyes now to Barbara towards a sky in front of him over through the rubble of the call-outs the shouts the violence from behind him, as his words lodged up as he twisted his eyes forward at Barbara towards the sky in front of his eyes, briefly did he swallow thickly as he looked over towards the expansion space in front of him as he swallowed and twisted his eyes above towards where he could see the indifferent illuminated sky twisting up over against the desperation of his eyes as he twisted as an expression further forward, swallowing thickly as he did so, while he tried his best to find over even the slightest sense of whatever kind of sign ability, or of help of that of which you could have hoped to have been able to have over towards his otherwise exist exerted complete exhausted desperation taking him otherwise within his neurotic focus of trying to be able to make sense for any kind of sense of desperation that was taking him otherwise within his disparagement, but the skies were as empty, and is muddled, in as indifferent and as a remarkable as much as they ever would have been, and he could feel that emptiness, with nothing but his own personal philosophy, and desperation of invention of anything that he came up with, meeting him over within the uncertainty of his desperate wake as he gave up a hedge of his own painful breath, and turned his eyes better sweet as he did so, over towards the extent of the space in front of him as he, hesitantly after a moment, began to step his way further against the side of the edge of the blown out building, and twisted his eyes further forever towards that hand swing in and out to know for from the sky using from the way that it's way that word and then back inward again within its misery, or whatever kind of empty complacency that was left over towards the enslavement of that of which the turtle have been forced to take.

He closed his eyes when he heard the way that there was another shout, and another blast, and then there was such a significant crumble that he gave up a small breath of swear as he crawled up with it himself, it was clear that the building of that of which they had pulled the turtles like was now beginning to firmly crumble up within himself, and the men and the civilizations of the people that were driven mad from the sense of any kind of control or relief and now driven themselves to madness to such an extent that they had destroyed up there one building of any kind of control they could have had for the Sega trying to be able to keep that control within them. His eyes opened a bitter sweetly as he flicked the bittersweetness of the burning of his own energy of his despair have over towards where he can now see the way that the turtles body was now pulled forward into such a way that the belly was now looming up over against his eyes, his eyes hitched up as a zero sore back as his eyes wide and as he turned and saw the way that it floated above against the side is for him, himself swallowing thickly as he did so as his eyes gently flared up into his soft inquiry, as he saw the way that it gently flow to depart against his form, just as focused over with would seem like several different blades of it seemed like scratches, wounds, blood, muddlements of blackshear and of otherwise as he flicked his eyes forward with a soft egg breath as his ears parked up looking up over beside its own bittersweet melancholic movement that loomed up against the side of the form is expression, it was in such a way that he could see the way that there was that deep and melancholy of the reflection of that entire complex life and of defense that the turtle itself had had before, and now if it's complete grotesque emptiness of any humanity that took itself within its wake, failed to be able to have made anything that could have been different, as Bojack looked over I did with that deep exertion of pity I see swallowedly while gluing his eyes above her beside its own dull, complex despairing, twisted form.

The shouting from the rest of the men from behind seemed as if he was finally begin to come down ever towards a deep distance of defeat, as if they are incapable of being able to call yet even further towards each other or to be able to fight for anything further than anything of what they had had, his eyes twisted as he swallowed and looked thickly a permatoid space in front of his eyes, and pressing his fingertips further begins his palms He hesitantly begin to walk his way further forward, swallowing thickly, and making his eyes further forever towards where he could see the way that that hand, especially now with the way that he could see the way that there was fingertips come at the nails twisting out from them, now entirely made into that undignified animal form but even worse, bloated into something that didn't even have any kind of decision in terms of at the very least having even its own focus of whatever it would have been able to of being able to at the very least have a say over towards even that animalistic undignification until it was nothing but a puppet of a complete a grotesque in humanity, and of no agency if any individuality at all, and what must have been that deep grotesque movement of its own gradual form that would have ever gotten it to such an isolated, inhuman form into the deep suffering of its own defeat that took it now.

He stopped as he looked over towards one of the broken blasted out windows that was beside the just as easily contorted and cut up over walls beside him. He took it upon himself to snap his eyes upward within his bitter sweet question as his breath caught up, swallowing thickly as he twisted his eyes above towards the swing over of the foot up against his body he twisted his expression and gleamed his eyes upright, with his eyes expanding over into a deep exertion of his desperation, only desperate to find anything that he could in terms of trying to be able to amend over towards his despair he began to use a Santa Barbara towards the broken down front of the door beside him, brought up his shoulders as he gave a deep exertion of a breath of his throat and began to ease his hand inward over towards the half lasted door as he began to rush his way inside, breath caught up, and ears lower back, and no longer carry except for falling over towards the intuitive although Maggie instinct that took him to try to be able to find the closest thing to it at any clarity of answer, anything away from suffering, of that of what you could have hoped to have been able to have and granted.

-he runs under the hand, but only after hopping from building to building to get there, of what she sees several different wretched and ruined people and animals in the meantime that seem incredibly disturbing within their wretchedness and wailing to be given that energy

-he rushes over to the brink of the building, and man just to see the way that there is a small glow in the crack of the nail of the turtle that he needs to protect himself onto from his own humanity somehow

-he takes a chance by looking inward over to that pure ache that is inside of his head that comes from the universe, falling in fully to its peace now in the hopes and it will give him the ability to lactual from that power that he focuses on and over into them craft nail of the turtle

The building that he began to rush inside was just as ruined, wrecked, and torn down with several different ripped up gray curtains that were split at pervatorides just as equally blown out windows. If there is ever any inhabitants that have been inside of the buildings before that was the akin displaying that would have been suspected to be seen in a city, it was now blown down by knocked down chairs, completely splattered desks that were splowing up over and beside the back of the floor, and if several other different wrecked and ruined grays of atmospheres that was surrounding it against his wide, and is on edge cautioned form of eyes as he began to rush his way inward frantically as quick as much as he was able.

His misery on the begin to wave with a further block up against him as he felt the way that his feet was torn, tripped, and was splintered over by the blown out several different materials that had been displayed up over and across the gray of the scattered in the Maldives, and stayed ground that was surrounding up against him. he swallowed thickly, pressing his lips together as he tried as best to control the way that his body felt faint and weak, his throat dry, and is mine as erratic and as completely torn up with it any kind of sense of reason that he could have managed as much as it would have been suspected, as he turned the wide of his desperate fearful eyes of dormitories we could see a stack of gray stairs similar to what had been inside of the other building, that looked as a bit led over towards several different stories. He swallowed thickly as he pressed his timid body and curled up within himself as he snapped the pout of his expression over towards the stairs for a moment, and then, with a soft furrow of a round of his breath, brushed himself over towards the stairs, so all the way thickly as he did so as he made his way for a labor towards income grouping his hands above against the side of the rail, as he began to rush himself up over towards would seem like stacked stairs of a building that looked as if it would taken over towards some sort of New York exquisite City, dressed up and placed entirely differently by the universe is perhaps trumbling and impulsive muddled hand, but at the nonetheless still very significantly pressed over towards within its for full candor over and on to the ground with its attempt of trying to be able to at least somewhat ease itself into a new dressing up of the city and of a semblance of it into way that clearly it had hoped that it would have been able to reward it in some way, clearly now torn a beef and further within the chaos that the culture that was now going up against that very although very slim, nonetheless still a tool to be able to have the sense of being able to create a new reality.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" his voice came out from the trembling of his throat does he has a delay began to rush his timid body halfway up against the stack of the gray, and the torn downstairs. He paused halfway from these steps, which seemed as if they went up barbitored several different incredibly narrow stacked stairs from the left and right against it in front of each other, any pause for a moment entirely as his breath caught a permit towards his throat as his ears lowered back, swallowing thickly as he did so as he looked over towards where he could see the way that the stack of stairs continue to spiral up, and tell it went over towards what he assumed would be some sort of skyscraper building with a fancy top that would have been meant for business meetings on the outside at the top with it architecture of the building. He could hear the way that the movement of the turtle from the outside was still being pulled yet further still, and although it was clear that the cultivation of the very citizens that it is their hands of or against the rope and had thrown it out over towards the planet and have begun to pull it back to begin with, we're now far enough away and location that they were now longer doing anything of being able to attempt to be able to call out firmly observator towards the turtle and we're no longer being able to be heard within their significant whaling and with their attempt of trying to be able to guide each other within their panic, uncertain caution and unknowing to be able to pull it further forward, he could still hear the way that there was that significant way to that came along with the planet, that's strange whaling in the groaning that must have come over from such a significant weight from it being pulled forward into such a way that he could hear its ominous height and if it's weight being pulled and crash to Barbara towards the buildings, any paused halfway before he made his way over towards the first set of steps, his eyes wide as his pupils were small while they trusted his head as his breath has got a perpet towards his throat, swallowing thickly as you looked over towards where you could see the way that there was that seemingly endless ominous large, and possibly massive shadow, exhausting if only for the amount of the dutchment of that complication that was within it, as the height of it gently swayed a barber against the top of the building, leaving over what seemed like a never-ending shadow where he could see the way that there is a speckled light of the pattern of its body that was generally grazed up over from the sunlight that showed up there reflection of the skin and of the pattern that was sweeping over with its never eating movement against the window in front of bojacks wide eyes as he fell to the dryness of his third tremble for a mom and comment years lower back while he waited for it to begin to move over with and it's seemingly never-ending movement of its massive form of disposition, although as he continued to wait within his frozen body he realized that it was large enough that it would not lessen or end within its massive movement being pulled above towards the buildings anytime soon.

he snap his eyes, with a little bit further of his own determination sharpen at rubber towards the heat and of the red dryness of his eyes, as he snapped over the trembling of his emotion back over towards the stairs in front of him as he began to trip over his feet, still feeling the way that his feet were caught up and that his clothes are now torn and ripped enough and wretched that he could feel that he wasn't close too close away from being completely vernable, with his skin and body which was already marked, and cut up much like the wretched form of that dry muddled dirt and grime colored of the turtle had been within its scales, was now reflecting over towards the same of the brown of his skin, as he brought up his shoulders and then began to rush his way back over towards the second step of the stairs. His eyes snapped up, and was he rolled up his shoulders he rushed himself further begins this set of stairs as he began to realize that there must have been a handful of at the very least four, if he could have assumed while going from one platform went over towards the next as he rushed himself despite the aching of his body to go from one step of stairs and over towards the next. All the while could hear the way that there was that large mass of ominous movement of the turtle planet that was being pulled and guided up over against the side of the various windows they gave him the site of being able to see only a small pinch of that massive ongoing form that would have been impossible to see you within its entire day, but the small curve of the gray is as a puppet's stomach, and could see that wretched cut above the various different scales that made up the previous form of the fully living turtle, now nothing more but the grotesque emptiness of the very tool of that of whichever kind of morality it headlight before being led over towards the tools of those just as equally desperate now.

as he finally got his way over towards the fourth stack of the steps, he probably begin to feel the way that a swear left over towards a dryness of his throat as his ears flew back, himself sweeping out over against a swear as he did so as his eyes puffed over and wins within their exhaustion to see began to hear something that was clearly of a much more finite, and comprehensible wailing and what seems like a sobbing that was kind of river from the top of the steps. His words got a perpet towards his throat as his instinct was to reach out and to call over towards either a protest as if that would have somehow got him a defense against that clear being that was in front of him that would have been he seemed like the last full or before he would go over towards the top of the ceiling of the penthouse, and the very least, as far as he was able to calculate, would give him some distance to be able to calculate how he was able to get over towards the hand of the turtle, and come as he hoped, similar to the way that he had all that time ago within his Los Angeles mansion on the first layer of the life of what he had ever been aware of and have been present within, he would have been able to somehow find a way of how his desperation would have intersected with the will of the universe with the universe would have had it, and if not, the desperate what seemed like naive but still incredibly detrimental hope that somehow he would find a way to twist of the way of the world of the universe and of its intention wretched and as complicated and as violent against his own finite small but incredibly overpowering wants for him significantly to be able to latch himself over and onto it. He knew that his reason it is hope was incredibly unlikely, and utterly finite within any kind of way of any kind of hope that anything would come out of it, and he also knew that it was latching on to that admitted muggled, and that unlikely desperate black hope and it's complete ending the day within its display that was also the only reason or the only choice of that of what she had left, black and as loathing as much as he felt that he had ever been brought over towards his point to begin with, and all to a real aware of the empty realms inside of his mind and heart and if everything that made of his spirit in general that used to have held the possibility of all those layers of those worthwhile meaningful lives of what he had ever shared with you previously.

His hands troubled up over beside the rail, and he took a soft breath for a moment as his expression pouted as he began to feel the way that his old weary tired marked face began to give up a small pound for a moment as he gave up a small breath, and gave up a gentle hitch as he slowly begin to walk his feet further above towards the top of the last step of the stairs. The wailing and the sobbing was in deniable, and he could probably see the way that it was no doubt to either an anamorphic animal or a human that was curled up within itself that would no doubt be sobbing up over towards their wretchedness. Has he pawns department towards the top of the stack of the stairs, he could only keep his eyes turned up arbitrators or he could hear the way that there is that deep wretched collar that sobbing that was used to barber towards the inside of what seemed like an incredibly erected down and if it destroyed office, with nothing except for previous lamps now thrown down and destroyed worthless onto the ground, a various different splittered and busted of tables and of chairs similar to what he had seen downstairs, and nothing except for blown out windows that had initially seemed as if they had meant to be able to show off some sort of economic richness, if only to go from the way that there was the ceiling to the floor blasted out several different kind of windows now taking of his own filtered eyes as he stopped abruptly, or it's got a Barbara towards his breath as he paused while his feet began to step over towards the last step to make his way over towards the front so that he could eventually begin to find the stairs of lead him over to the top of the penthouse, but with the sobbing that he heard on the other side he could only feel the way that his word stopped over towards his breath for a moment before he could call out before to the clear attention black suffering that was now currently stopping over within the wake of its form of detriment of defeat.

"Excuse me?" Hesitantly, as you begin to roll up his shoulders, and then finally begin to find the courage to just step his way over towards the last step as he made his way firmly over towards the full inside of the wretched top of the penthouse with this destroyed office space in front of him, did he begin to walk as we have over to the front to come up and his hands gently trembled away from the side of the balcony railing as his hands begin to curl awkwardly and timidly beside his chest coming and could feel the flip into his own nervous heart and the rush of his veins as he turned bittersweetly up over towards where he could hear the whaling and the sobbing but could not see any person that would have been able to give a reasonable resource of where it was coming from. his bittersweet, tired and disoriented eyes and after Barbara towards the window as he saw the way that the moving form of the turtle was still being swept up over against the side of the blown out ceiling to floor window in front of him as his eyes bitter sweetly turned within his exhausted over towards it, and then with his eyes small and widen did he begin to walk away firmly and were towards the air that seemed as a bit practically carried and had the very detrimental drenching of that of which game of someone that was truly lost over towards their genuine melancholy at the misery that was so black with an intensity and confidence of its own true worthless to spare that he could practically feel as if it was lacking and picking it bother towards is very own energy of whatever little ham left of anything that resembled even the slightest hope for zest, or the fight for much of anything at all.

The wailing and the sobbing continued, as well as the sound of what seemed like something that was now very clearly feminine and fragile, and obviously entirely overwhelmed within its exhaustion of the way that it was curling up within itself which you can now see was behind one desk that at least someone still resembled the function of the desk, thrown and then abruptly turned it forward towards the side with several different crashes of what seem like previous papers, useless documents no doubt within its finite meagerness of trying to be able to have a comprehensible understanding of how to be able to control the fate what was happening at the best of their ability, more than likely part of what the function of the building happened dedicated towards, and with several different throw together pens, papers, and what seemed like a completely strung up and blasted form would seem like nothing except for what was at the very end of its group of fighting for anything that would have been coherent or would have been able to have saved anything in any kind of way.

"Excuse me?" BoJack tried to speak with a little bit more intensity this time although truthfully, he could hardly get himself to care about analyzing or being involved and yet another failed humanity or the island of it, nor did he care about having to be able to drench himself into the inherent isolation that would come along with having to be able to associate or even acknowledge somebody that was lodged at Barbara towards their firm sense of misery. His eyes snapped over towards where he could, and his ears perked up as he felt assorted shoot of hope and of energy flash above towards and as his eyes turned wide above towards where you could see the way that there is a door, leading up barbitoids into such a small narrow specific way within its architecture that was clearly meant to lead over towards either a fire escape, or of the small maker staircase is on the side of the building that would lead up over towards the ceiling at the entrance, and the closest thing of what he knew that he would have a chance to get over towards the swing hand of the turtle. Without another word and with his attention now tentatively but firmly absorbitored this way in the contortion of the hand, he began to ease his body forward even as his body was tense and his heart flippant, as he began to make his way hesitant forever towards where he got it his hands of over to the front and where he could see the way that there is that clear and slightly grimed up and narrow door, a little bit strange and almost ominous with how slim and with how narrow and forgotten it was especially with the fact that it was nothing but but seem like wrecked and forgotten a dry oiled brown-shipped paint that was surrounding it that was essentially rust at this point, clearly not having being used over towards the people that were occupying the office space even just a moment before before they're building got destroyed in by the moving foot of the turtle. His eyes snapped up as he looked over towards the front of the ceiling, as his hands troubled out and tried to be able to make sense over towards the slightly rusted complicated door key that was in front of him-his fingertips trembled as he reached it over towards it, seeing the way that it looked as if it was locked as he tried to jam his hands quickly up against him with a quick tentative pole, and turned his eyes up as he began to realize that the shadow of the moving turtle end of the reflection of the Sun against the pattern that was now moving across with a particular detailed focus of tracing against a broken down office swept up against him, and his eyes snapped up as he did so, melancholic, has he turned his eyes forward and snapped his eyes and barbatoys where he could see the way that these ceiling was fully blown in now, with nothing except for his previous stakes of structure that have now been completely torn up and had been knocked on over from the top before the middle happened specifically would have to try to be able to hold the buildings up to begin with them though nothing except for what seem like that dusted aftermath at the nowof the several different dusted lasted out aftermath of the concrete that was now spilling out both within that neither desk of what was left over from the previous stoic building, with the various different dust of the concrete falling down and were display over against what seemed like several different rain that came along with the concrete now spilling down in over towards the air, and a spoiling up orbatoids the bittersweet pop of his own desperate eyes as he turned his expression up, and blinked abruptly as he did so as you turn to sit down and gave up a soft disoriented breath as he blinked his eyes frantically, and Lord is ears down as he began to feel the way that the illumination of the ominuses of the movement of the turtle and of the movement over against the front of the blasted form the building as it moved in front of his eyes was in such a way that he could feel the ominous, in th

-he runs under the hand, but only after hopping from building to building to get there, of what she sees several different wretched and ruined people and animals in the meantime that seem incredibly disturbing within their wretchedness and wailing to be given that energy

-he rushes over to the brink of the building, and man just to see the way that there is a small glow in the crack of the nail of the turtle that he needs to protect himself onto from his own humanity somehow

-he takes a chance by looking inward over to that pure ache that is inside of his head that comes from the universe, falling in fully to its peace now in the hopes and it will give him the ability to lactual from that power that he focuses on and over into them craft nail of the turtle

The building that he began to rush inside was just as ruined, wrecked, and torn down with several different ripped up gray curtains that were split at pervatorides just as equally blown out windows. If there is ever any inhabitants that have been inside of the buildings before that was the akin displaying that would have been suspected to be seen in a city, it was now blown down by knocked down chairs, completely splattered desks that were splowing up over and beside the back of the floor, and if several other different wrecked and ruined grays of atmospheres that was surrounding it against his wide, and is on edge cautioned form of eyes as he began to rush his way inward frantically as quick as much as he was able.

His misery on the begin to wave with a further block up against him as he felt the way that his feet was torn, tripped, and was splintered over by the blown out several different materials that had been displayed up over and across the gray of the scattered in the Maldives, and stayed ground that was surrounding up against him. he swallowed thickly, pressing his lips together as he tried as best to control the way that his body felt faint and weak, his throat dry, and is mine as erratic and as completely torn up with it any kind of sense of reason that he could have managed as much as it would have been suspected, as he turned the wide of his desperate fearful eyes of dormitories we could see a stack of gray stairs similar to what had been inside of the other building, that looked as a bit led over towards several different stories. He swallowed thickly as he pressed his timid body and curled up within himself as he snapped the pout of his expression over towards the stairs for a moment, and then, with a soft furrow of a round of his breath, brushed himself over towards the stairs, so all the way thickly as he did so as he made his way for a labor towards income grouping his hands above against the side of the rail, as he began to rush himself up over towards would seem like stacked stairs of a building that looked as if it would taken over towards some sort of New York exquisite City, dressed up and placed entirely differently by the universe is perhaps trumbling and impulsive muddled hand, but at the nonetheless still very significantly pressed over towards within its for full candor over and on to the ground with its attempt of trying to be able to at least somewhat ease itself into a new dressing up of the city and of a semblance of it into way that clearly it had hoped that it would have been able to reward it in some way, clearly now torn a beef and further within the chaos that the culture that was now going up against that very although very slim, nonetheless still a tool to be able to have the sense of being able to create a new reality.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" his voice came out from the trembling of his throat does he has a delay began to rush his timid body halfway up against the stack of the gray, and the torn downstairs. He paused halfway from these steps, which seemed as if they went up barbitored several different incredibly narrow stacked stairs from the left and right against it in front of each other, any pause for a moment entirely as his breath caught a permit towards his throat as his ears lowered back, swallowing thickly as he did so as he looked over towards where he could see the way that the stack of stairs continue to spiral up, and tell it went over towards what he assumed would be some sort of skyscraper building with a fancy top that would have been meant for business meetings on the outside at the top with it architecture of the building. He could hear the way that the movement of the turtle from the outside was still being pulled yet further still, and although it was clear that the cultivation of the very citizens that it is their hands of or against the rope and had thrown it out over towards the planet and have begun to pull it back to begin with, we're now far enough away and location that they were now longer doing anything of being able to attempt to be able to call out firmly observator towards the turtle and we're no longer being able to be heard within their significant whaling and with their attempt of trying to be able to guide each other within their panic, uncertain caution and unknowing to be able to pull it further forward, he could still hear the way that there was that significant way to that came along with the planet, that's strange whaling in the groaning that must have come over from such a significant weight from it being pulled forward into such a way that he could hear its ominous height and if it's weight being pulled and crash to Barbara towards the buildings, any paused halfway before he made his way over towards the first set of steps, his eyes wide as his pupils were small while they trusted his head as his breath has got a perpet towards his throat, swallowing thickly as you looked over towards where you could see the way that there was that seemingly endless ominous large, and possibly massive shadow, exhausting if only for the amount of the dutchment of that complication that was within it, as the height of it gently swayed a barber against the top of the building, leaving over what seemed like a never-ending shadow where he could see the way that there is a speckled light of the pattern of its body that was generally grazed up over from the sunlight that showed up there reflection of the skin and of the pattern that was sweeping over with its never eating movement against the window in front of bojacks wide eyes as he fell to the dryness of his third tremble for a mom and comment years lower back while he waited for it to begin to move over with and it's seemingly never-ending movement of its massive form of disposition, although as he continued to wait within his frozen body he realized that it was large enough that it would not lessen or end within its massive movement being pulled above towards the buildings anytime soon.

he snap his eyes, with a little bit further of his own determination sharpen at rubber towards the heat and of the red dryness of his eyes, as he snapped over the trembling of his emotion back over towards the stairs in front of him as he began to trip over his feet, still feeling the way that his feet were caught up and that his clothes are now torn and ripped enough and wretched that he could feel that he wasn't close too close away from being completely vernable, with his skin and body which was already marked, and cut up much like the wretched form of that dry muddled dirt and grime colored of the turtle had been within its scales, was now reflecting over towards the same of the brown of his skin, as he brought up his shoulders and then began to rush his way back over towards the second step of the stairs. His eyes snapped up, and was he rolled up his shoulders he rushed himself further begins this set of stairs as he began to realize that there must have been a handful of at the very least four, if he could have assumed while going from one platform went over towards the next as he rushed himself despite the aching of his body to go from one step of stairs and over towards the next. All the while could hear the way that there was that large mass of ominous movement of the turtle planet that was being pulled and guided up over against the side of the various windows they gave him the site of being able to see only a small pinch of that massive ongoing form that would have been impossible to see you within its entire day, but the small curve of the gray is as a puppet's stomach, and could see that wretched cut above the various different scales that made up the previous form of the fully living turtle, now nothing more but the grotesque emptiness of the very tool of that of whichever kind of morality it headlight before being led over towards the tools of those just as equally desperate now.

as he finally got his way over towards the fourth stack of the steps, he probably begin to feel the way that a swear left over towards a dryness of his throat as his ears flew back, himself sweeping out over against a swear as he did so as his eyes puffed over and wins within their exhaustion to see began to hear something that was clearly of a much more finite, and comprehensible wailing and what seems like a sobbing that was kind of river from the top of the steps. His words got a perpet towards his throat as his instinct was to reach out and to call over towards either a protest as if that would have somehow got him a defense against that clear being that was in front of him that would have been he seemed like the last full or before he would go over towards the top of the ceiling of the penthouse, and the very least, as far as he was able to calculate, would give him some distance to be able to calculate how he was able to get over towards the hand of the turtle, and come as he hoped, similar to the way that he had all that time ago within his Los Angeles mansion on the first layer of the life of what he had ever been aware of and have been present within, he would have been able to somehow find a way of how his desperation would have intersected with the will of the universe with the universe would have had it, and if not, the desperate what seemed like naive but still incredibly detrimental hope that somehow he would find a way to twist of the way of the world of the universe and of its intention wretched and as complicated and as violent against his own finite small but incredibly overpowering wants for him significantly to be able to latch himself over and onto it. He knew that his reason it is hope was incredibly unlikely, and utterly finite within any kind of way of any kind of hope that anything would come out of it, and he also knew that it was latching on to that admitted muggled, and that unlikely desperate black hope and it's complete ending the day within its display that was also the only reason or the only choice of that of what she had left, black and as loathing as much as he felt that he had ever been brought over towards his point to begin with, and all to a real aware of the empty realms inside of his mind and heart and if everything that made of his spirit in general that used to have held the possibility of all those layers of those worthwhile meaningful lives of what he had ever shared with you previously.

His hands troubled up over beside the rail, and he took a soft breath for a moment as his expression pouted as he began to feel the way that his old weary tired marked face began to give up a small pound for a moment as he gave up a small breath, and gave up a gentle hitch as he slowly begin to walk his feet further above towards the top of the last step of the stairs. The wailing and the sobbing was in deniable, and he could probably see the way that it was no doubt to either an anamorphic animal or a human that was curled up within itself that would no doubt be sobbing up over towards their wretchedness. Has he pawns department towards the top of the stack of the stairs, he could only keep his eyes turned up arbitrators or he could hear the way that there is that deep wretched collar that sobbing that was used to barber towards the inside of what seemed like an incredibly erected down and if it destroyed office, with nothing except for previous lamps now thrown down and destroyed worthless onto the ground, a various different splittered and busted of tables and of chairs similar to what he had seen downstairs, and nothing except for blown out windows that had initially seemed as if they had meant to be able to show off some sort of economic richness, if only to go from the way that there was the ceiling to the floor blasted out several different kind of windows now taking of his own filtered eyes as he stopped abruptly, or it's got a Barbara towards his breath as he paused while his feet began to step over towards the last step to make his way over towards the front so that he could eventually begin to find the stairs of lead him over to the top of the penthouse, but with the sobbing that he heard on the other side he could only feel the way that his word stopped over towards his breath for a moment before he could call out before to the clear attention black suffering that was now currently stopping over within the wake of its form of detriment of defeat.

"Excuse me?" Hesitantly, as you begin to roll up his shoulders, and then finally begin to find the courage to just step his way over towards the last step as he made his way firmly over towards the full inside of the wretched top of the penthouse with this destroyed office space in front of him, did he begin to walk as we have over to the front to come up and his hands gently trembled away from the side of the balcony railing as his hands begin to curl awkwardly and timidly beside his chest coming and could feel the flip into his own nervous heart and the rush of his veins as he turned bittersweetly up over towards where he could hear the whaling and the sobbing but could not see any person that would have been able to give a reasonable resource of where it was coming from. his bittersweet, tired and disoriented eyes and after Barbara towards the window as he saw the way that the moving form of the turtle was still being swept up over against the side of the blown out ceiling to floor window in front of him as his eyes bitter sweetly turned within his exhausted over towards it, and then with his eyes small and widen did he begin to walk away firmly and were towards the air that seemed as a bit practically carried and had the very detrimental drenching of that of which game of someone that was truly lost over towards their genuine melancholy at the misery that was so black with an intensity and confidence of its own true worthless to spare that he could practically feel as if it was lacking and picking it bother towards is very own energy of whatever little ham left of anything that resembled even the slightest hope for zest, or the fight for much of anything at all.

The wailing and the sobbing continued, as well as the sound of what seemed like something that was now very clearly feminine and fragile, and obviously entirely overwhelmed within its exhaustion of the way that it was curling up within itself which you can now see was behind one desk that at least someone still resembled the function of the desk, thrown and then abruptly turned it forward towards the side with several different crashes of what seem like previous papers, useless documents no doubt within its finite meagerness of trying to be able to have a comprehensible understanding of how to be able to control the fate what was happening at the best of their ability, more than likely part of what the function of the building happened dedicated towards, and with several different throw together pens, papers, and what seemed like a completely strung up and blasted form would seem like nothing except for what was at the very end of its group of fighting for anything that would have been coherent or would have been able to have saved anything in any kind of way.

"Excuse me?" BoJack tried to speak with a little bit more intensity this time although truthfully, he could hardly get himself to care about analyzing or being involved and yet another failed humanity or the island of it, nor did he care about having to be able to drench himself into the inherent isolation that would come along with having to be able to associate or even acknowledge somebody that was lodged at Barbara towards their firm sense of misery. His eyes snapped over towards where he could, and his ears perked up as he felt assorted shoot of hope and of energy flash above towards and as his eyes turned wide above towards where you could see the way that there is a door, leading up barbitoids into such a small narrow specific way within its architecture that was clearly meant to lead over towards either a fire escape, or of the small maker staircase is on the side of the building that would lead up over towards the ceiling at the entrance, and the closest thing of what he knew that he would have a chance to get over towards the swing hand of the turtle. Without another word and with his attention now tentatively but firmly absorbitored this way in the contortion of the hand, he began to ease his body forward even as his body was tense and his heart flippant, as he began to make his way hesitant forever towards where he got it his hands of over to the front and where he could see the way that there is that clear and slightly grimed up and narrow door, a little bit strange and almost ominous with how slim and with how narrow and forgotten it was especially with the fact that it was nothing but but seem like wrecked and forgotten a dry oiled brown-shipped paint that was surrounding it that was essentially rust at this point, clearly not having being used over towards the people that were occupying the office space even just a moment before before they're building got destroyed in by the moving foot of the turtle. His eyes snapped up as he looked over towards the front of the ceiling, as his hands troubled out and tried to be able to make sense over towards the slightly rusted complicated door key that was in front of him-his fingertips trembled as he reached it over towards it, seeing the way that it looked as if it was locked as he tried to jam his hands quickly up against him with a quick tentative pole, and turned his eyes up as he began to realize that the shadow of the moving turtle end of the reflection of the Sun against the pattern that was now moving across with a particular detailed focus of tracing against a broken down office swept up against him, and his eyes snapped up as he did so, melancholic, has he turned his eyes forward and snapped his eyes and barbatoys where he could see the way that these ceiling was fully blown in now, with nothing except for his previous stakes of structure that have now been completely torn up and had been knocked on over from the top before the middle happened specifically would have to try to be able to hold the buildings up to begin with them though nothing except for what seem like that dusted aftermath at the nowof the several different dusted lasted out aftermath of the concrete that was now spilling out both within that neither desk of what was left over from the previous stoic building, with the various different dust of the concrete falling down and were display over against what seemed like several different rain that came along with the concrete now spilling down in over towards the air, and a spoiling up orbatoids the bittersweet pop of his own desperate eyes as he turned his expression up, and blinked abruptly as he did so as you turn to sit down and gave up a soft disoriented breath as he blinked his eyes frantically, and Lord is ears down as he began to feel the way that the illumination of the ominuses of the movement of the turtle and of the movement over against the front of the blasted form the building as it moved in front of his eyes was in such a way that he could feel the ominous, in the weight of it, as the turtle so directly with the blasted just barely any sensation of a structure that was now nothing more except for blown out various different ceilings made of metal and have now completely destroyed would disconnected, was peeking out over from the movement of the turtle now swang up and being pulled up over against the emptiness of the top of the building that happened destroyed from the movement of it as it was contagiously pulled forward.

His eyes turned over, with a soft defense, and with a gentle but violent curiosity over towards his own defines over towards the interruption of his own just barely managing progress. His lips pressed up against himself as he gave up the small hitch as he turn and began to hear the way that it was clearly the fragility of a pale and of a sobbing woman that was beside the crushed over desk that was behind where it had been pulled over. Her voice was so melancholic, so wretched, and so deep over towards its confidence of its despair, that he couldn't help but feel deeply affected by it as he could hear the way that it was detrimentally calling out within its increased whaling over from behind the back of the edge of the crash down of the desk that was behind her. His ears lowered back as he looked over within his worn,and vaguely defined look as he snapped his eyes above towards very good to hear that trembling and of the fragility of its sobbing, so much to the point where you could hear the way that the woman was occasionally calling out would seem like a significant detriment of a moan out over towards the whaling of her body, and then went back over against it again with the increased detriment of the blubber ring that came along with her tone.

he closed his eyes, and they gave himself a break as he would roll to see yours and turn his head down, and then snapped his eyes at the bittersweetness back of her towards the space before he looked over towards that rusted log taking over towards his attention. His eyes winced does he looked over beside it as he nailed himself downright, one hand pressing firmly above against the rest of the door come up and the other puffed over within his inspection as he nailed himself down and gave up a small hitch of his breath as he turned it over while the other hand's troubled up beside his chest, and his other hand's easing a barbec against his palm as he looked over towards the complication of the instinct molding that made up the key that was within at the intersection that came along with the rusted lock taking over towards the bittersweetness of his eyes as he claimed it beside it. The turtle was continuously being pulled, although it seemed a rather slowly to the point that it would never end in terms of its lard rate of the pullover against the weight of its body balls continuously crossed over and honestly pressed up over against the way that it was continuously pulled up over towards the blasted ceiling come out but he tried his best to keep his hand firmly pressed up over against the door, knowing that even if he did feign from that strange sense of that has failed humanity and of the despair that was holding him just from even so much as a feeling right from the turtle as well as from the blood bling frail woman come in that he at the very least had to owe it to himself, and whatever chance he had it with you and with it either of his daughters, to do the best that he could and to fight as much as he was able to to make it so that he would have a chance of being able to intersect over towards a culture that every of the slightest chance of serving him better.

There was a violent crash, so much to the point of Eddie cringed up with himself upon hearing him together and it must have been a foot or a toe of the side of the turtle that suddenly crashed in Barbara towards part of the structure of the building as it was being pulled over by the ropes across from the ceiling. Bo Jackson significantly let out a swear as he gave up a sudden abruptive breath, his body jumping as he gave up a soft hitch of his breath as he curled in word, and felt the way that there was another significant trouble in a wreckage that came over from the building, and could feel the way that yet more of the ceiling as well as the concrete of the test begin to fall down even further up against the form of both already the sword of his eyes, the eradicate love his head space in the desperation of the Edward of his body. He snapped his eyes over towards the bittersweetness of where he could see the way that the toe of the side of the moving planet turtle had in fact knocked over again some of the structure, and he blinked his eyes away from some of the raining concrete does that took up against the form of his eyes as he was twisted his eyes back over towards the lock, so following thickly as you all does expression back up where to get and simply kept his eyes his firmly as much as he was able to over towards the rest of the life, and then, feeling that certain kind of panic that it rushed over into him because of a sudden knocking over of the toe and the way that it could hear the way that there is a sudden behind wreckage and a crack of concrete that registered so forward and that'll probably crushed him over and inside of the space of the inside the room, leaving it yet another large crack dusted concrete as it spilled at the crashed open against the inside of it, and another sudden abroad significant frail at that and that it really came over from the woman come out did he turn his eyes back over vinyl back on the side of the block, swallowy as he came to big size of over against did, and then tried to be able to finally reach his hands out as he simply flaked his fingertips over against the side of the form of the instrument key that was against it that seemed as if it was pulled over into such a specific way that the teeth of the key for removable immovablet as he tried to be able to show his hands up against it-The only thing that he got outside of abruptly and impatiently flickering a sans up against the rested nature of the lock of the key was a sudden cut up against his fingertips, and he swore as he snapped his hands away from it as his ears flew back and his eyes wide and into defiance as he began to feel the significant burning cut that was now and happening his fingertips, and for a moment his ears flash down as he looked over towards it as his fingertips trouble, giving up a quick edge of his exhausted hitch as he swallowed thickly and looked over towards for his hands trembled blaming up against the side of the trembling of trauma and then, abruptly, with this other hand still up against the rest of door to keep him from falling down from both the melancholy and the failed cave-in of the humanity and the failure of it that came along with the turtle as well as the wall burning failure of the woman, did he snap his bittersweet, robot didn't come up but now it's still uncertain eyes over towards the side before he could see the way there was still that bluffing extension of them desperation of a woman, and swallowing thickly, and trying to be able to overcome at least to a degree in part of his pride, did he snap his eyes over towards the blood ring of the woman, presses lips together, and then swallow thickly as he spoke out over towards over the troubling tone;

"Hey, excuse me."

But there was no break inside of the bubbling of the wailing, or of the crying. If anything comes it seemed as if it was only becoming more consistent even as he turned his head out and attempted to try to be able to acknowledge them that was sweeping up over against the detriment of its own misery-and the more that the turtle was being pulled up over against the space with a shot of its own form being right above her against The blasted ceiling and the movement of the way to come up the more that it was clear that the woman was not having anything except for the increase detriment of that sensitivity that was within her than simply see him as if it could not accept the way of the situation into the way that it was panning out it was complete indifference over towards either of their suffering, all of which BoJack was no far too familiar with himself.

He snapped his eyes over to the side of where he could see the way that there was that blasted glass that was beside the window, and with his hands abruptly daring to be able to ease off from where he was heavily leaning up against the door for the sake of balancing himself, he swallowed thickly, and began to step his way with the intimidative and tentative focus of over towards where he could look over towards a blast of the glass of the window and front of him. Trying to not get too distracted over from the whaling, and from the despair they came along with the pitbull woman come up he pressed both of his hands up against the front of his trembling chest, as his eyes flickered over with a wide extension of his own inserty of all the stuff with a quick blurriness of his thought while he claimed it above towards the blasted glass in front of his hands. He could see the way that the glass had been blasted in just enough of a way that there is several different forms that, had you been smaller or more slender he would have been able to get himself into, but as it was there was nothing except for blasted and completely cut up sharded glass, and just small enough that he knew that his body was going to be completely cut up and sharded should he have walked himself into it.

he gave us wear, and hesitantly did it begin to use out his hands as he pressed it before against several bits of the sharded glass that was in front of him. His ears flew back as he gave out a swear a large enough that it seems if it temporarily interrupted the whaling of the woman, and as his hands trembled he turned his eyes down with a soft glare, and claimed his hands up over towards where he could see the way that there was blood trembling above or against his palm. His eyes were wide didn't come exhausted intentative as he reached to his hands encrypted above her against his chest, and splayed it up over against aside as he tried as best to catch the blood now spling up against his palmit from his fingertip as he did so that it come even just from gently raising his hands over against the blasted out window in front of him. The wailing of the woman began to continue again just as quickly set it to come now, without even the slightest fault or a break from the way that she continued to cry. BoJack only took it upon himself to try as best to be able to recollect his own way as a sandstrilt up over against the front of the fingertip that was used up against the blood of his hands and then, what's he managed to be able to feel these somewhat resolved over towards have just how easily caught up the windows actually would be the more that he put his effort onto it, he kept his hands script over towards the bloody nature is negative, and then turned as I was forward again with a certain kind of new sense of determination that east of rubber towards their edge of the ranch his eyes and then has a very tripped over his feet with a song hitch he began to with the new sense was understanding about what he was reasonably looking at, began to block his way firmly above towards the side of the sharded in and the cut-up shop windows again, and with his hands trembling up over against the font front of the black and of the blood that thrushed up against his palm, twisted his body forward as he did so so that he could at the very least prepare himself for the cuts about what she would guarantee to begin to the more that he tried to pull the glass away.

His words got up over towards the dryness of his throat, as he tried his best to go to common saw from any kind if too much detrimental panic as he began to press is already bleeding wounded and trembling bonds over towards the cut of glass that made of the windows. He tried to keep himself from wailing out himself to allow me as he began to feel the way that instantly and did the sharp glass cut up against his mom to see if he began to grow his hands up against it, closing his eyes and tensely as he did so as he began to move one side of the glass from one and over towards the next as he did so despite the amount of the cutting pain that was not raising up firmly of over towards his hands. his ear is going back, and he could feel the way that the pain latched above towards his breath that he continued to keep his eyes winced forward, despite the fact that he wanted to do anything but to land firmly abroad towards that pain as he began to feel the pain at the blood begin to become significantly more detrimental on his hands, but it kept his moms from the grouped up against it further as he began to keep his determination focused as it began to pull one side of his hands and pressed one side of the sharded glass down, and then over to the next, and then over to the next coming to engage as best as he was able to as he kept his eyes firmly focused within the burning of his own suffering and disorientation as a begin to pull each blast it and to the shower glass and over now to the ground while he gradually begin to see the way that although his palms were now becoming increasingly more bleeding and cut up, there's a gradual sense of it seemed like a forgiveness from the ground rule focus of the moving of the focus of the glass ceiling now taking him as he began to see the way that although his hands were now dribbling blood upon to the ground, that he was starting to make a hole with the entrance of the broken glass margin enough that he could crawl his body and without having the rest of his body to cut up.

"Please! For any kind of mercy about any kind of universe ever could have given someone to come a small living being, please for the love of anything that could ever be peaceful or equal or true or happy stop it!"

He let out a small hedge of his own surprise as a zero's parked out, snapping it said over the side of a shoulder is as he began to feel the way that his own yell that he naturally had from his own sense of defense was abruptly stopped when he realized that it was just the pitbull desperation of the woman that contained a call after saving as if she was saving towards him in particular answer for about his wretched and a straightened within her emotion that she called out as best as she was able to do so we all knowing out of abruptly over towards the age of her throat as she called out firmly of Barbara towards a space that surrounded up against her within her deep and her in redeemable misery of that of which was taken, about his trembling and as haunting as much as it would have been suspected. although as he was parked up for a moment, and he snap his eyes above towards her erection as he felt the way that his words lodged a barber towards his throat upon hearing the way that a voice wailed out, he turned his eyes as soon as he was able to collect himself from the Black panic that had taken him, and with his eyes began to turn up towards that small entrance of the window of what he had just bailed and managed to break out with his hands, and his ear is lowered back as the wine for an ability of his eyes begin to slowly bend himself down as he began to make himself all over towards the whole of the window from them he turned his eyes up, looking over cautiously to where he could see the way that the moving form of the turtle was still moving with just as much of that in that possible mass of plantation of its form over against the wide caution of his expression as he slowly kept his body curled in each other and hesitantly with his hands troubled over against a shot of the glass begin to crawl The smallest body in and so the beginning of all his body outward from the entrance of Oregon but this hands up against open it to make his way outward.

Disturbing as it was, the woman contained away allowed to get more tones although by this point bojack was just barely focused enough to be able to call himself down as he began to see himself out and over from the blast of nature of the window, his body curled in, with his eyes bittersweet over again beautiful posh of his focused, as he began to use his body outward and over from it as his hands gripped up on either side of the sharded glass, himself now not being able to call himself from letting out a particularly to me to come in to human and detrimental exhaustion as his voice of wild out into a undignified whaling of his own as he did so as he would get a price his hands firmly against each side of the left and right, and then with the final shelf with his eyes desperate and blinking over with him and suffering, firmly pushed himself out or is it again to feel the way that his timid body stumbled up and over and onto the bout that day that was close enough that he could now practically to touch of the moving scale the form of the skin that was at the turtle above him.

His hands trumped up over against the front of his forehead as he began to try to collect himself as The breath is not out of his throat while he fell to the way that his body began to tumbling around with an obsessive that's a dealt over the way that he's suddenly stumbled out over from the open broken window. His ears lower back, the sore of his eyes closed as he tried his best to catch his hands for having his head stumble down and crash over onto the floor again far too quickly from the last time that he happened. He managed to be able to curl himself over into it tendon flush of his body as in caught up with him self his ear is lower back as he gave him the swear as his eyes closed, and his hands trembling above against the front of his forehead as he tried his best to calm down the ringing in his ears, the ache inside his head and the general kind of a nature and the cut up form of his trembling body as he did so as his body crawled up with it himself, himself cleansing as he did so as his body curled in while his hands troubled up over against his head as he tried to be able to calm himself while his body crawled firmly within himself for a moment as he tried to collect himself within the deep black misery that swayed over against him for a moment as he popped his breath, swearing underneath himself, and breathing heavily for a moment as he did so while it seems troubled over towards that very same ache before the universe seemed as if it was easing itself inward to invite him to become a part of it.

He could hear the way that that whaling at the moment almost sounded as if it was so specific and intentional now that he puts more that it was directed over towards his own actions as if somehow, with her muddled and with her disparing this appreciate that aware of him to easenout her words over towards him in some way.

But he didn't have any time to focus her to have the energy to care or to even so much to Entertain her anymore rather instead did he turn the bittersweet of his own blinking and bittersweet eyes as best as you was able to as he began to finally come back to himself despite the red s*** turn and up his form as he blame today as he blinked at the exhaustion of his eyes of towards where he can now see that, exactly as to what he had been detrimentally hoping and had been marching on to and had been expecting, that he was only about with what seemed like one hand and a hops reach away from being able to reach his hands over towards the moving form of the focus of the turtle in front of him. The skin of the turtle was now moving forward and is such a way, that has he began to slowly turn over the puffiness and the red of his eyes as he blinked as his hands slowly begin at attach away from where it was tempted to press firmly onto his snow, and to fall for him layover towards the melancholy in the sensitivity of that egg of the universe that wanted to pull him in, he slowly began to turn the bittersweetness size upward, trying as best to blake above towards that red detriment and of the blood that was used up against the trembling of his ponds, and despite the shard in the poking and the proving of pain that seems as if it was practically growing and demanding office energy in the last of his attention and of endurance, he turned his eyes up for it, slowly swallowed as he began to raise himself up as he blinked within a puff of melancholy as he began to reach all the blood of his hands which almost slipped as he tried his besties it onto the ground to raise himself up, gave up a small hitch of breath, but then rolled himself further upward as he did so as he finally managed to be able to take the aching form of his style body and although it both of his arms unclely had to reach out on to the left and right side in order to be able to keep himself somewhat balanced, turned his eyes above towards the front before he could see it the way there was still that moving turtle skin, and, the only thing that caused him to be able to move the aching form of his disoriented body as well as mind the same was remembering that he only had a limited time to take the advantage of this location to reach out over towards the planet of the moving turtle, before the ropes of those of you that were rushing it over towards it and pulled it in would manage to be able to pull it forward into such a way that he would have to be able to switch over towards a different building and go over towards the same ordeal entirely again.

He reached out his hand, which was still eased over into ripping down with the blood that had come along with leaning up the side of the shard of the glass, and he saw the way that it began to spill down his already wretched in torn clothes, and his eyes snapped out board melancholically as he began to hop over onto his feet, and his surprise he began a lot of both a hedge of both pain, as well as a deep almost a boyish impulsification extension of relief, when he felt the way that his hands did press up over against that incredibly complex studded, and grimey form of the shell of the skin that made up the turtle as he felt the way that his hands pressed above towards that impossibly deep concave of every single square and of every single movement of the skin as his hands pressed up against it and left a small find out a little image of blood as his hands pressed underneath the swaying form but the increased movement of the turtle underneath his hand. His eyes wide didn't come and he gave up a deep breath of his own belief as he did so for a moment to come up even though he could feel the way that he's already torn hand was even more so made significantly more wretched from the way that he pressed his hands over towards that impossible rough skin that made it the turtle, and yet still commented he feel nothing but the deepest form of the self-reassurance of warm of the relief, as his eyes winded up while it almost a boyish form of relief began to flash over against his expression. As his hand looked down ever towards the troubling of his chest as he grappled it for only against it and pressed it up against the side of his body come up he twisted the size of abruptly as he did so with a soft tentative pound as he looked over towards her already the place of her he loved that small barking if his trembling bloody hand was already beginning to move over with the rest of the weight of the turtle that was now being pulled that would seem like a significantly higher speed, his head turned over to the side of the building as he tried to see if there was any way that he could see the original building with a civilization and with the robes to see how many robes were around and now to pull it forward, but the only thing of what he could see within his own perspective was the simple curve of moving form of which must have been another foot, or perhaps the hand, not that of what she had initially had the perspective of wanting to be able to reach to begin with.

Even though he could still hear that wretched whaling that came along with the woman, that almost had a certain kind of threat to it in terms of how black and how miserable and despairing she actually want s he could only focus on the way that his eyes widen further within both his curiosity and desperation is both of his blood hands begin to curl up in drench up over against the side of his chest. His eyes snapped up right as he did so as he turned the bittersweetness of the muddle of his expression of her towards the side of the increased way of the return on front of him. As his eyes turned down, and as his body ducked in word a little bit because by now this way of that large mass of foot was into such a way that he would have been crashed would he have been too tall up to try to be able to touch it, his eyes wide and as he began to see one particular part of the body that seemed as if it was a firm confirmation over towards all this drive, the desperation, and of the initial focus that had ever made him up to begin with that I possessed him to think that it would have been a good idea to even think that transferring over to the culture and the planet of the turtle would have been a good idea-gave up a small hitch of it which surprise, as you turn his eyes upward within his shock as his ears perked up, grazing underneath that rough form of the turtle as he saw the way that there was one particular wretched and would seem like rotten nail, or toe, that was now being swayed up as it was pulled up over against the ceiling, and as Bojack looked over at it with his wide eyes and with his breath caught up over within his anticipated suspenseful shock as he tried his best to be able to study it to see exactly what it was, he could see that it was a particular kind of nail, of that Samson's of that heart and grimy focus and of the stain of it that made it but now, swaying up over between the various different cut down buildings of the previous stacks of metal and of concrete now still yet dusting as it was blown down and was beginning to crack down through its high denon to the floor of the large height of its following, that was now being sweated up as it was slowly but still being stuntedly with every single focus in a pull forward, and he could see the way that there was a soft eliminated crack within it that seemed as it would have suggested that there was in fact, outside of that gray and impossibly melancholic dry grimy compact and a destructive energy that made of the height of the turtle planet that suggested the mundaneity and the lack of satisfication and the dimness of its struggle of physical life for, that there was a deep balloon made in life and of culture inside but as he saw the way that there was that white, significant and deniable shining that was screaming out over from the nail that was generally grazing, and shining him both ran inside of the form of.

"Stop! Just even a little bit of inch of mercy, an inch of mercy for someone that has such a simple nature, that just wanted to be able to experience life as to the way that I was meant to experience to have the most humble request and to still be completely abroad and spoiled and destroyed, what a cruel take on it to think that you do it with such a difference and such to stay in but not even the chance of even having my melancholy or my desperation heard, it would be a thing of hell!"

The woman's voice came out so desperate, so congested within her despair, and so neurotic with the way that her voice and the emotion wailed and wretched itself over towards the way that you blasted her voice out over and into the air, that it was enough for BoJack to feel the way that there was a black sudden need from the rush himself forward and over towards that nail, especially with the glow if it's not illuminated light over from the cracks at the nail those swing up over against the ceiling, as best as he would have been able.

Without even so much as bothering to look back on the towards the window or of the house cut down building and that was slowly beginning to come further destroyed the only one more than likely made a failed at both for the woman as at the building, he began to rush his body forward, keeping his ears lower down and away from the interaction of the height of the turtle as best as he was able and his body called up within himself for only indefinitely as his blood hands kept grip and trumbled against his chest and his body tripping forward as best as he was able to while he began to make his way over to the friend before he can see the way that there is that elimination that seemed as if it was flickering only for a moment between what otherwise seem like that muddled in that rotten mundaneity that came along with the turtle representative of the very crushing reality of the physical nature of that of which BoJack had ever had to fight through the despair from himself, but that illuminated light even though it only flickered for a moment similar to the way that there would only been that small hint to flicker of white light from the various different grotesque goats before did he continue to rush himself firmly forward and over towards it quickly as much as he was able to. His hands continue to grip up against him as he could feel the way that the blood was drilling down the wretched more nature of his knees and closed into depress himself a Barbie towards we could see that soft thicker and the blinking of the illuminated light in front of him as best as he was able to, knowing that following is desperation and is misery was the only thing that he would have had left.

The nail seemed as if it was only about a half away as he began to make his body firmly underneath it, and his feet stopped halfway and his eyes snapped over and underneath an abruptly, his expression firm and bittersweet as he gave of the sound pound evidence breath for a moment, just to his eyes upward desperately while he blamed his eyes and gravitats where he can see the way that the nail was generally swing up over towards the fog up against it and over towards that undignified, and that empty sway of the foot that was weighted above against the front of the melancholy of his expression. He swaddled thickly as he cleaned his eyes up against it as he felt the way that his throat was crawled in both within his panic, the hurt that he was within physically, but more than that, the simplicity of the intimidation that was taking him as he looked over and saw the way that there was that illuminated light that seemed as if it was both the very thing of what he was longing and aching for to the point of fatality if he didn't manage to be able to figure it out, we'll have the same time same as if it had a certain kind of deep grief inside of it that was so sharp, so specifically perfectly identified that he felt as if he went about interacting within it within the wrong way, that it would have been a swallowed up against it in a way that was the opposite of that of what she had meant to.

But within his own determinated thought, he turned his eyes downward for a moment as he swallowed thickly and gave a quick role of the dryness of his throat, his fingertips pressing him over against his pump is so as the blood to begin between his hands as he tried his best just to focus over towards the physicality of the tools of that of what she had, and of what that would mean in terms of what he could do with it. His eyes flicked in front of him desperately as he looked over towards that worn down cemented ground in front of him as he frantically trying to go over inside of his spirit as well as his mind of whatever was that he could have used to try to be able to watch himself over and into the aluminated light that was inside of the planet of the turtle, his words coming out of Milly miles an hour's within his mania inside of his head, and the preposition of his own insurgenty flashing of desperately through his head space as he went through the complexity of the universe as he knew it, what it had to offer him, how he could interact with it, and of what he could use as a tool to be a lot of himself as best as he was able to over towards what he could see as far as he could tell the last chance that he had to save his one specific life, without all of the rich chances that he had before being able to transcend over towards a different one that he was living with an office meaning of richness and possibility on the now about to no longer expect anything except for the tragic simplicity of nothing except for the one body a life and emotional lifeline he had now, and of one chance to make it something that would have been able to me and someone carry him through his own relief that otherwise would have been destroyed.

There was another cut of such a bloodied whaling that came over from the desper woman from behind the place of where he had called himself from that he had no choice but to swear, and closed his eyes as he did so as his timid body caught up within himself as his hands group further beside his already wounded holes in his hands his blood fell down both his bombs and up against his arm, as he tried his best to focus on the layer to trembling of that as best as he was able to, and although it was deeply uncomfortable he knew he had no choice but to lead fully into that discomfort in order to be able to have a chance of finding an answer.

"If you know anything about what you want to think you would know about what you need to tell me to do now in order to be able to give either you what you want or me. If you want them to be even the slightest possibility, of any invention or of any faith, then you know what you have to do if you want to be able to make that a possibility anymore than I do."

his eyes were bittersweet, and drenched over within his melancholy, as his words were trembling along with this tone as he opened up the soreness of his eyes over through the puffiness of his exhaustion of the wear of his trembling physicality, as he turned his eyes appropriately and desperately over towards where he can make it over from the elimination of that loveless, empty, and heavily foggy brave that never-ending sense in I was in front of the bittersweetness of his eyes, as he tries it's best to find any kind of answer within the trembling of his own desperation of how we spoke as he waited for any kind of form of any sign that he would be able to be soothed over towards what was almost a borderline last attempt of being able to and around and to get an answer from the universe.

But his head turned up over to the side, as he looked at Barbara towards the nail that was now beginning to sway up against him so much to the point that he had to curl his body and word, and duck himself down from the way that he could see that he was being pulled and swayed above her against the large massive extent of his own sore eyes as he saw the way that it was pulled in the crashed up against his form. He crawled himself into worried, and turned his eyes about the word and probably as he gave him the swear as he gaze to size a perpet towards were the male was now almost directly against the front of his reach. He gave up a quick swear of his own breath as he began to realize that if he didn't take advantage of being able to take this one pine hole of an incredibly specific closest thing than what he would get to a roadmap of being able to follow and spirit was telling him to do, that he would more than likely only be destroyed entirely.

He began to, with his years lower back as his eyes begin become flooded with the red determination of knowing that the only reality that could exist was the one that he was brave enough to be able to believe and to lean into to be able to peace the complexity of his despair otherwise and to match reached out his bloodied hand over from where it happened over beside the trampling of his chest Emma and began to match it out with a deep extension of a violent sway up towards the front of the nail taking up against the peace of his hands, himself letting out an appropriate frantic breath that he did so as he tentatively begin to reach out to grapple above a towards the stain and of the illuminated sway of the glow that was up against the nail that was moving in front of him otherwise. You begin to bounce upon the receipt to come up his ears lowered back of my only as he did so as he began to latch his eyes further as he began his way of his hands firm labor against the nail in front of him, and his voice only began to become even more abrasive, his insults more desperate, as a size-wide begin to reached himself up until I felt away but that has already torn upon began to become even more cut up over towards the side of the bottom of the nail as he tried to grow up towards the transfer of the culture on the other side of it to physically, but only found the way that he loaded an abruptial when he felt the way that it cut it firmly before against his already bleming and worn and cut up palm, and curled his fingers inward again, and ears lowered back as he began to probably snap it up over against the side of his chest again as his tentative body curled in, the true wear and the pitbull exhaustion its features overcoming him, has his hands caught up with it himself, palms grazed above against his form for a moment, and allowed himself to fall down over towards his knees as he felt the way that there was that burning fire up against both sides of his cut of pants at this point, that he knew that he wouldn't be able to do anything except to focus over towards whatever it is that he could have within him of any tool that he could have had similar to the way that he had done within his lonely Los Angeles mansion all those years ago, although, considering the timeline of trancing over towards different lives he had no understanding of whether it was time that had passed, or if it was that incomprehensibility internal life that came along with the matters of the heart and if the relationships that made that meaning, something that seemed as if had transferred over against time or of understanding of life in any significant coherent way, but it was the beauty of that incomprehensibility that had been the very thing of why he had ever found the power to crave and to eventually, break out of the norms of the physicality of understanding to even have found it to begin with.

"Please-therehas to be some way. Please come show me that. I don't care how sick or even a natural or even how challenging our painful-I know that there must be some way. Please -give me a chance."

His voice was now just as raspy, and as desperate coming and as trembling as much as the wailing wretchedness of the violence and the edge of the woman was from the way that she was calling out within her mercy, although his voice was much more somber, and much more quiet, spoken lowly as if it was his own secret of his own dignity of his failure that was generally spoken over towards the trembling of the fear of his breath, and of the wretched way are both of the wrinkles that dressed up against his body as well as the puffiness of his exhaustion, as he called his hands up against the side of the form of his chest, and kept his body crawled inward as he did so as he continued to trouble out that soft low form of his raspy and desperations as his Lord back while his timid body from the court of the himself as he succumbed firmly above towards his desperation.

His hands continue to tremble firmly it begins his body, as he continued to allow his own raspy solved whisperings of his own last undignified and desperate begging, unraveling entirely away from any kind of sense of control, meaning, or of any hope or if anything that he could act on is he allowed his whispering to fully succumb up against it as he kept his style body curled up within its deep black accepted wave of misery now crashing over him. The raspiness of his words and the way that he spoke was intermoded over towards the wailing that was much more undignified and was calling out into it seem like whatever kind of splay of senses or of natural life would have been able to succumb to have carried it, and he found that it didn't matter, and that he didn't care, but only continue to ease of the small rasp of the desperation of his form, continuing to speak, his voice hitching up as he fell to deep choke of a Dutchman of his desperation, and then swallow it again, then spoke as his eyes can do to roll over within his desperation as he felt himself going inward into whatever it is that he could find in terms of being able to have any weaponization to latch on to that small form of the transfer of the glow of the nail of the turtle into the best way that he was able, as he continued to speak the small raspy desperations of the broken forms of his desperation as best as he was able.

There is a sensation that began to overcome him, the more that he whispered over the small raspiness of his own disoriented forms that, the more that he closed his eyes and fall for only inward over towards that it's strange internalized life that can't belong with the inward, the more that he was beginning to feel a sense of something that seemed incomprehensible, as eternal as much as the ache and the longing and of the meaning and of the love and of life with you and of the despair that was complementing each other and fighting for dominance that had existed before that it ever caused him to go over towards that complicated purpose and it recognizability of what he had ever been succumbed to to begin with. He could begin to feel the way that is certain kind of black murkiness that came along with his eyes being closed was beginning to crash over him firmly and even more significantly as he continued to breathe to himself detrimentally, his eyes rolled behind the soreness of his eyes as he did so as he can take you to rasp out whatever kind of becking a plea that he was able to think of, senseless now, has one rasp of desperate words book Barbara towards the other alleged if I say swung together within their desperation. Despite the fact that he was much more sovere, and lumber, and somber, and was keeping his voice curled and word as he spoke, the desperation of the sentiment of his tone perfectly intermedo with the desperately and the detrimental of the desperate call that came over from the woman, both of them latching up over towards and entanglement of both of their failed humanity now began to cave up within themselves, could they not find a way to be able to find a way to appease over towards the desperation of their banking up plea of humanity.

He began to see a blue light in front of his closed eye, and at first he could feel the way that he probably began to use his body back physically, himself giving up a slight jump busy began to become aware of that significant blue aluminated light that was now began to grab itself above against the inside of his head space of where he was searching for something. His body was snatched up within himself, or it's lodged up against his throat as he continued to feel the way that is expression tremored well he looked over to the inside of his eye as he saw the way that the blue illuminated lie to continue to contort as a continue to flick up against the front of his form, there is something about it that seemed as if it was almost overpowering within the way that it would seemed as if it was tempting, or the very least giving him the choice of being able to forget into forego all reality as he knew it, would he have allowed himself to go further above towards it with the flickering of the form of the light in front of him where he to go over towards an entirely.

He could only sense the way that he could feel an ache, and then on top of it, would seem like a firm and resolving sense and it seem like a firm pull up over towards everything that I knew both physically and otherwise those keeping them grounded, miserable and as uncertain as much as he was without I knew himself currently. With the flickering of the blue light and it's illumination that was taking above towards a form of his eyes, there is something that was overpowering within insensation as he felt himself drawn over towards it, something far more incomprehensible and much more internal and then the stimulation of death that unconsciousness or even sleep had ever given him. He could begin to feel the way that is looking up against him as he began to hear the way that there was something that seemed as if it was that ominous whale that was almost dignified within the way that it was switching out over against the otherwise black space that was his closed eyes and that chasm of detaching from the physical, and as he began to become more aware of it does see her the way that there was that soft ghastly word, or something that wanted to be able to be the sentiment of a word but couldn't manage it, was spilling above towards that flicker and blue light taking forever against the attention of his inward complicated narrative that was taking him upon being pulled above towards it, both would seem like the most complicated thing, and yet at the same time seemed as if it would be able to see it over every complication into one full soothing sense of reality should he have fallen into it.

As his eyes continue to roll over within Hispanic in the physical life of the real world, he began to realize that it was the universe, and of that specific way that it had flooded over one of the specific components that it used to have the life that he had with you, and that it was pulling into trying to be able to tempt him to be a part of her towards its own universal strangeness and of the complication that came along with being human to be soothed entirely by falling over towards the complete release of the universe, to take him and to be an agent of it and to make it so that he would have had to be an accompaniment of someone that was no longer his own self, but rather would have been able to use over towards the intention of the purpose of the universe and do whatever way that he was put-the realization was a certain kind of gradual overtime sensation that see and as if it was wordlessly communicated simply by the extension of the flickering of the blue light in and of itself alone, and especially with that ghastly wailing that was taking up against a Mexican to shrink above against his census boy I felt the way that he was pulled a probitoword something that was not a physical sensation but rather this only stimulated in the closest thing of what the universe could do us as something as incomprehensible as the dynamic of the universe was, that he was only being pulled further over towards it to Field Beach wrenched away from the person of what he knew himself as without last of life of what he knew himself as Bojack or if any kind of intention of a lifeline and what was precious to him, and especially with those gasoline noises that was surrounding up against it that it could only come something that was not human but was rather more so of a harbor of all humanity did he feel the way that more so he was losing his senses of being fully caught up over with its existence, and was being pulled to the more significantly over towards the way that he could feel himself being undressed to be an agent of it much like the elephant with all of its own strange grandiosity had been.

There was a sudden violent shot, and the sound of what seemed like a metallic fire, that instantly began a terrible way as if he had been lost in some sort of significant dream that he was now probably in violently pulled out of. His eyes wideness he instantly felt the way that he was flooded back over entirely into reality, the illuminated nail of the turtle up against indicative way of against from the front before it happens sued up against his body without he was instantly focused over towards people within the disorientation of his mind from the sensation of what he had just had come over him and it's eternal strange and comprehensible foggy nature in terms of how he could understand it within comprehensible physical reality as he would come in and that twist over of the sudden gloom over the fire of the gun that had snapped over it has lasted a permeators as direction and it brought him fully back over towards the simplicity of physical humanity and of existence as to how he knew it.

There was another pistol gun as well as inspire that seemed as if it was shot to specifically towards his direction, and his hand begin to detach away from the side of his forehead entirely as his eyes were instantly hidden by the puffiness of his expression as a panic begin of whatever towards that Monday to the day of the time at the desperate fear that overcame them again, is awards launched over towards his throat as he began to lower his years down towards his throat as he probably began to snap his body apart within the sudden detriment of his own shock, his body raised upward as he did so as any kind of boards that he could have spoken of protest was lostover towards it incomprehensible timid and desperation of his own unknowing, as his body latched up right in front of himself as he heard the way that there is a continued shoe department towards his direction, the latch over in the claim of the extension of where it seemed as if that very same edge that helpless pathetic whaling that it seems as if it had been eating itself from the inside out before was now calling out and it would seem like a firm violent focus along with those pistol guns at that shoot and drenching above a torrances timid direction a moment before that he was only just barely now being wretched outside of that internal sensation, and was now being forced back of a towards the physical reality, although his timid fear as well as his disorientation from the transaction left for nothing except for a deep exhaustion of his own and knowing as his body latched up, where it's caught against him within his unknowing, as he abruptly began to raise himself forward from the trembling catch of his throat as he turned his eyes franticle over through the blurriness of his puffed eyes as he tried to catch over towards exactly where the pistol gun shoots were coming from.

"Don't you dare! And don't you dare do this to me! Do you know how hard I've worked to be able to have any kind of sense of control and to even beg, to even have the opport unity for clarity to be able to beg?"

"Wait!" his body abruptly began to curl up That's he almost instantly began to collect himself if only outside of the sentence sensation of survival alone, and his down-to-body began to uncurl from wearing yet intentatively crawled down underneath the swing over at the large form of both the nail of them as a tentatively begin his nap his body upward as hand and called himself with the ground and began to raise both of his ratchet amdnbloody hands up, trembling over within his true sense of his black sudden cut of fear as he did so as he would get a ton of way force himself upright as he stood himself down the upward, snapping his head abruptly forward to the side as his hands trumbled up while blood that was already beginning to cast over and into his skin began to spot down as he snapped his head over towards where he could see the way that there was, although although through the blurriness of his disoriented vision that was only just barely matching to adjust to the blurriness that came with the shock of the transition as well as the way that he could feel the way that there was that blastol of physical burning pistol fire that happened shot up over towards his direction from the arrogance of the movement of the body that was now firmly and very intentionally focused of over towards of last over from his own direction.

His words caught above towards the dryness of his throat, as he began to raise both hands up as he kept his already timid and wretched body as curled in within its helplessness to display it as such as best as he was able to as he gave a small helpless hitch of his own breath, his eyes puffy as his ears lowered back while he would probably begin his tenderly stepped his way back as his blurry and layered eyes within his disorientation and health began only just gradually come back to itself. Stepped his way back, his breath coming up as a lodged over towards his throat as he began to see the way that there was a stark white form that was clearly an anomorphic animal, her body twisted of barbitoids those same ragged red that seemed as if it's suggested something that was a sentiment of the eternal form of the energy of the universe and how it was disorienting the modern nature of human life, and as his eyes begin to clearly come back to itself he could see the way that there was a wretched ruined form of would seem like incredibly black streaming eyes in terms of their emotion that was painted physically red, drenching down would seem like small for of white of snow of mouse cheeks and with her eyes snapped up against someone with her hand shrumbled above towards the physicality of a pistol gun that had just burned as it had shot of Barbara towards the front of his direction.

"Not trying to affect you!" His pathetic timid attempt at any kind of sense of his own mercy abruptly caught up against him as he tried to call out for a moment, although it just as quickly to be swallow as words if only from the tentativeness of how his raspy and easily unimpressive voice within its desperate human melancholy began to fail for a moment as he called out only for his tone to fail, and he could only swallow thickly again as he began to step his way back tentatively as he saw the way that the gun as well as the intensity of the way that the slender body was firmly curled for that she could easily slenderly pass herself through because of the whole Bojack had made for his more burly body was now beginning to rise our hands up against it, her eyes sharpened as he began to see now clearly that her body was wretched her for a curled up into someone that clearly had the complete damage and detriment of that of which had come on from the challenge of the world around her, and she kept her eyes firm and flared and fired and turned a perpet towards him, hands trembling up against it, that should be kind of twister body above her through it as she reused one of her legs from one side of the robes and over towards the next issue crawled and began to mold her body and tell a vaguely awkwardly she rolled herself on the other side, but quickly intimidly picked herself up again, I should begin to watch the pistol gun within her trembling and clearly disappointed wretched ruined body of a towards the direction from behind bojack's shoulder, her determined and flashed in sharp eyes flickering up against it as she snapped her intense direction from Bo Jackson melancholy as he looked over her timidly, not daring to look over towards where she was clearly finally indicating the gun currently a barbitories behind his shoulder.

"Don't you see, blind fool? They've already started the parade, there's no chance that either of us will be able to get out of here even if we wanted to now!"

Bojack settled for sipping his way back, his hands troubled up in front of him as he did so as his ears were parked up, and his breath turned into nothing more but a trembling uncertainty as he looked over towards where the mouse began to tremble her stout and curved and body further up across the platform of our BoJack was standing underneath the burning toe of the turtle. He could feel the way that the toe almost a grazed up beside his ears as he abruptly snapped his eyes up over towards where he could see the burning globe of the nail that was hovering up against him, and that pitbull desperation flew up over against his marked expression again as he gave up a soft poundered hitch, twisting his eyes above towards it as he did so as he blinked over towards the blinding light that was still yet poking at barber towards the dirty grime but the nail flooding over against the tentative nature of his eyes while he looked over beside it. he gave up a deep hitch of his breath as he snapped his attention back over towards very good feel and hear the deep detriment of the panic focus and of the arrogance of the mouse, you begin to flicker her eyes which was clearly red with that very wailing and that desperation of what had been beside her a moment before, now completely overtaken within the arrogance I should begin to fly her his feet above her between the swing of a road, keeping your hand troubled up over against the gun as her eyes begin to flare up despite the pain and the red that was against them I should begin to rush away across this top of the skyscraper as she began to keep her gun firmly pouted up over beside Bojack.

"The only chance that I had left in terms of being able to have any kind of satisfication about everything that was taken from me and what happened was that there was some likeliness that you would have stumbled over and into my direction. Took me a mama to even actually accept that it actually was you and that it wasn't just a trick of the universe or this terrible confused and befuddled culture full of all these people that would jab each other in a throat in the minute if it meant that they could find that higher spiritual sense of enlightenment that they're all fighting for, even though it's clear that they don't have it within them to be a clear-headed enough in any kind of way to even come close to being able to experience it."

"Are you kidding me?" Bojack's hands for trembling as he fell to the way that he was abruptly hitched and awkward while he looked over beside her tentatively, and his dry lips press together as he tried his best to come up with something that would have been a better defense, or at the very least would have protected her from the arrogance and from the trembling of her hand as she continued to jolt her gun over towards his direction. She stopped, a couple of feet away over towards where she was troubling her hand up against him, although it was clear within the firm stout in the trembling arrogance that was easing as it smoked a barber between her body that she was not going to turn it down anytime soon. Her eyes licked above towards the gun, which was giving away her true human timidness more than she was ever going to admit clearly within her pride of intensity, though it was clear that she wanted Bojack to be fully aware of the destruction of that of what she was fully willing and devastated to be able to pull herself into for as long she was managing to lean into it.

"You're going to be rid of me soon enough. I absolutely promise. I specifically came here because I don't want to be a part of this culture or these people anymore than you do-"

The mouse began to job the gun further over to BoJack, enough to the point that he gave up no prop hitch as his eyes wide and it timidly further as his ears parked up while he gave up a sudden erupt panic of a breath while he saw the way that the gun within its trembling metal in her hand began to snap over towards further. It was clear that, especially with the terrorist I was running down or features and sweeping up over towards the already disgusted grime of the disorientation of her, and with the deep tears of the red that was in her eyes that she was just barely managing to hold herself into any functionality or if any comprehensible piece together herself enough as it was. But she continued to step away further forward even though she was no close enough that if she had shown Bojack it would have hurt her herself, and Bojack only kept his somber uncertainty tentative expression of over beside are, stepping his way back as much as he was able to without tripping his feet up over against the side of the ledge of the skyscraper and falling down from the impossible height underneath his feet, fully aware of the possibility of that, and keeping his eyes flickering over it desperately intentively over towards the swaying of the nail that come all those slowly within those slow meandering that came along with the animals that were pulling the rope and over towards the space and over towards the front of their destroyed building is desperate and almost delirious with their need for control, just nonetheless kept his eyes firmly flipped over beside it as he desperately kept his tentativeness kept over sided with the hope that he'd be able to grab onto it firmly and soon enough. As it was, he stepped his way tentatively above her besided by an inch, although he kept both of his hands trembling up over beside his chest and the tentative becking firmly drenched up over towards his eyes as he kept looking at barber towards that deep bent over of the mouse in front of him, fully aware that she wasn't bluffing when she began to keep her hands trembling as the gunfollowed him for every inch of movement that he was currently projecting.

"If I kill you, then that means I get to take your body and I get to take and to get a reward for your humanity. You do realize how much that would give someone that's as lost in a small and as despised as I am not only by the culture that I was given, but even also just from the general way of the universe that seems if it's almost forgotten me and the importance of the deep amount of the disorientation of the detriment of my own suffering?"

"Yes, and if you kill me, and if you take me back to your people like what you say and what you're so convinced it's going to help you, do you really think that your people going to be fair with you? Do you really think that they're going to take you another going to award you and give you the majority of whatever rich humanity or whatever it is that I've possess inside of me, that they're going to be completely fair with you?"

"Don't try to distract me!" The mouse clearly had a hiccup over towards her logic, but, as if to make up for it she jammed her gun further above her to BoJack, and he gave up another hitch of a bread that he did so as he stuffed his way back while they looked over towards where she began to press her fingertips further above towards the trigger again, although by this point her tears were trembling down the disgruntled nature of the dirty of her fur that was up against her cheeks, and her eyes trembling so much to a point as the red stole down up against the front of her expression that it was clear that she just barely meant it, that she couldn't really need it as she kept her hands troubled up against him and he was clear that she was at a loss in terms of what to do or how to do it, and couldn't even within her despair and disorientation even so much as admit that to that extent about how true that really was. She turned her eyes appropriately above her beside the nail of where Bojack couldn't help but continue to flick his eyes over towards with him and desperation of his panic, and her expression tremored as she snapped her eyes a pervatoids I didn't quickly and messily arrogantly snapped her gun up over towards the side of the front of the swaying nail in front of her as she indicated for Bojack to follow her arrogance. "What are you planning on doing with it anyway? Where do you think that you're going to go, what do you think that this culture in this planet is going to have there would be so exceptional of towards the one that the universe through you into?"

"I just-"

"do you really think that getting an intersecting over towards the inhabitation at this planet is going to do anything that's actually going to be on your side or whatever kind of method is that your wife is in, or whatever kind of pathetic little disgruntled energy that you and your daughters are in that's going to change anything? You really think that's going to change anything?"

"Of course I don't think that's going to be perfect! But what would be better, staying here, a place where clearly there's no kind of hope or anyway for me to try to be able to have access to my wife or anything to do with anything that I want, what I need to be able to survive? Are you kidding?"

his voice came out into it to me to come and don't dignified human erratic extent as he called out towards her as his voice was almost completely latched over from both the groaning as well as the wailing of the energy of the melancholy of the turtle that was so close beside him, so much to what the both of them could feel now was a heavy fatal nature of a degree, but also come along with it, would seems like the increased wind that was picking up as if the very planted in universe itself was being increasingly more affected over by the chaos of it was surrounding the both of them. As he spoke is where it's a notched out his tone a perfect beside the woman, he snapped his eyes above towards the front of a nail as he did so as his eyes wide and while he began to step in trip over his feet only within his desperate intuitive panic coming as he began to rush his way over the soft hitch while he began to step his way further the towards a few inches of where it was still being lodged and pulled further up over towards the skyscraper of the both of them stood them his eyes swept above her within his desperation as he did so as he tripped over his feet and continue to follow the best diseasible within the deep pathetic but ultimately completely vulnerable, and utterly clear and knowing about what he had to do and why he had to do it.

"I have nothing to lose. That's the thing. If I kill you when I take your body over towards this culture that is already forgotten me and considers me so despicable and insignificant to the point where I don't even know how to be able to respect myself or to fight for any kind of path or any clarity, if there even is any way for me to be able to have it, then at the very least killing you will give me a chance of having that at least for a chance. You already have your roadmap in terms of where you're humanity and where you're clarity and where your wisdom is, the meaning of the course sentiment of your purpose even if you might not understand entirely about what that is or of how it is, you already have a clear roadmap of something that almost seems like it's firmly and fully embedded in front of you to be able to pull yourself forward toward even if it's full of suffering, even if it might be constant strife and insert it to you but you still have that. What do you think that's small countless amount of insignificant animals and people like me have not only inside of this culture or even inside of this turtle plan, but across all expanses of the cosmos that's surrounded the space of what it was so bad at the point that the universe felt that had to resort to this just to try to be able to control it?"

"And what do you want me to do about it?" Bojack's voice begin to above the race up so much to the point that his voice cracked as his eyes widened into that large, wrinkled and vernable sense of the large expression of his eyes as he spoke it over against her within that clearly intimidated and terrible humanity of desperation again, tilting his warm face over beside her as his eyes were within a misaligned and erratic desperate extension of trying to be able to focus towards any kind of extent of significance of any kind of conviction towards her. he twisted his eyes at Barbara towards the front of the glowing nail now, and with his eyes flicking tentatively above towards the mouse women that kept her hands still troubled it forward towards his direction did he give up a small hitch of his breath, and turn the puffiness of his eyes erratically as he tripped over his feet and gave up a sautech as he began to step his way firmly and over towards the nail that was sweeping up against him. He didn't dare raise out his hands to grow up against the side of the edge of the nail and it was almost blinding now as he could see the way that there was that firm glowing light of the other universe and culture on the other side of it, and briefly, could he have some more that he began to hear someone that seemed as if it was chat or, or some kind of chanting of what's in like a dense crown that was on the other side of the illumination that seemed as if it suggested and was even confirming his desperation his suspicion of the culture that was on the other side of it. he stopped for a moment does he closed his eyes and kept his hands pressed up over against the desperation of his eyes, but he still turned his eyes with what seemed like an insistence over towards the mouse who seemed as if she was frozen for a moment in terms of what to do.

"You kill me, and you take me over towards their culture, and let's say that it turns out that the universe wants to do something that is completely beyond of anything of what you, this culture, or would anybody could even begin even admit or even someone predict, let's say that it ends up turning and killing caving over into itself and that there's nothing that you can do and that it destroys even this one singular chance that you have with this last life at the universe bless you and by the way, I want to admit that it didn't do that with everyone. It didn't for even a second allow everybody to necessarily have one more chance at an actual tangent coherent a life of meaning. Just because you don't have that same clear roadmap about your own sins of clarity over towards his chaos that surrounds everything doesn't mean that it exist. It just means that you have to try to be able to work hard to find it, like the way that I did. I know that it feels hopeless, I know that it feels and possibly vacant and empty and loveless and it I'm sure that in many ways it realistically is. But do you think that I really found my way, my genuine humanity by just allowing myself to be taken by the truth or do you think that I did what I could define it, the same way that I did now?"

The mouse was clearly overwhelmed by his words, and her expression only narrowed further as yet more dirty narrow tears that came over from the red trembling of her eyes can do this way of over between the trail of her cheeks, and she did not dare to take her gun away from where it was troubled up against him although it seemed as if her aimed it was now becoming less focused, less straightforward and abrasive and even unquestioning as she kept her hands tremmeled so intensely beside his direction. He looked over towards her with a firm and understanding and what almost seemed like pitiful Warren pout of his own expression now, and they gave him a small hitch as he turned his hand in Barbara towards where he could see the way that there was still that blinding glow that came over from the nail of his own hand as he began to, with his expression pouted and twisted and turned and begin to sweep the sands he tripped over his feet and tried to grip over beside the illumination of the nail swearing up over against his hand. he swallowed thickly, his ears lower back as he tripped over his feet does he began to reach out his trembling hands to group over against the side of the nail, he knew that it was a long shot, but in the wake of being under the gun point of the complete stranger in the clearly erratic violent intention of the woman in front of him, along with his desperation just to be able to count try to build a latch onto anything that he could get in terms of being able to travel himself over towards a clear culture, he knew so little of what to be able to do as he began a trip over his feed, let out a large hitch as his eyes wide and again, as a painfully and erratically synaptist palms of barbitoids aside the nail as he blinked erratically or for between the white of its illumination, and continue to rush after over beside it as he continued to try to follow it.

There was a sudden protest, and what seemed like a remark that came over from the mouse, and then a seven raise up over from the fire of the pistol gun at that just barely managed to graze a forward beside a sand just as he was about to grip over beside the swinging of the nail. Looking over towards where I could see the blinding of that alight that began to zing above against a side of his palms he instantly let out an abrupt cry, his hands began to trouble back as he could feel the way that his already bleeding and dry hand was now grimed above against the side of the burning of the pistol gun that raised up aside his fingertips, his hands crawled up against himself as a lodged over and threaded it up against his chest to see abruptly begin to tremble as he stepped his feet back, his words latched above against the side at the edge of his feet as he did so as he gave an abrupt sober exhaustion of his breath as he crawled himself back as he felt the way that his feet tripped as he called himself inward and stepped over from the side of the edge of the nail, of what she could see the way that there is no a burning black or previously there had been that dirty mundaneity of the physical grime with the nail, and that deep sense of mysteriousness of the culture that was coming above from the calling that was on the other side of it, as if she had physically taken out of bite that was now nothing but a smoke of black, making it less likely that he would have been able to transfer himself over to it to begin with.

His eyes were widened and faulted as he snapped his expression within a threat desperation and of a denial as he snapped his eyes abruptly above her beside the mouse women. It was clear that you had already decided within the unclear mania within her expression but now clear arrogance that you decided to shoot him-her eyes wide end up as she did so I should begin to raise her hands forward and then abruptly with that even another word of an attempt of acknowledgment or the chance of it from Bojack as he hitched up his voice and raised at his hands as he tried to call out to her again, did you raise at her gun and then begin to blast up against the side of his direction again. He closed his eyes as his ears and lowered as he just barely managed to step back from where it began to sing itself over against the side of the ground and the side his foot, although he could feel the way that there was a deeper bite and a burning up against his feet as his eyes twisted up, himself giving out another cries he did so as his feet stead back as he tentatively felt the soundber exhaustion of his own expression as he wins coming stepping and twisting himself back as he did so as he gave an approach and called up aside his feet as he snapped the blurriness of his desperation back over towards the nail, which now seemed as if it was getting pulled with it seemed like a significantly larger effort and of speed, and was now almost to the point where it was no longer significantly reachable from this skyscraper ceiling and where he was standing on.

"God-no!" His eyes wide and does he latched his desperation back up over the side the swinging of the nail again, and he snapped his eyes with what seemed like his own violence of defiance towards the mouse him again as she continued to keep her gun trouble to profer against him. With his ears lower back as he began to come only from Black panic and a fear of desperation alone did he began to curl this time and body and bright as he began to trip over his feet and snapped himself away from the side the end of the trembling of her target. Her hands began for each other she snapped her fingertips up against sick on as she blasted another pistol over against the trampoline of his feet, and is being charged back up against the sun is just as a friend get let out for brought hitch, and curl himself and continue to rush himself from my barber gets a side of the nail which now, as it was begun to be pulled further still, as he tripped over his feet it just barely manage to reach him to try to graze his hands against the nail again as as far as cut up as his voicemail, could see the way that is barely enough of the nail was now no longer firmly reachable over from the skyscraper but was now hanging of Barbara towards the blast inside of the rectangular side of the building, not only be able to be reached over towards that blasted up in the far too large height of the various blasted up in the destroyed and destructive cement that was now reaching above towards the space of the sky in front of him.

Feeling nothing now except for a full sense of his own furious and destructive arrogance, his eyes widen as he snapped his expression in the drive of his defiance abruptly up over the side at the mouse as he looked her over within a fire and a rejection slaming up against his eyes It was clear that she was aware of the fact that she was blasting over towards some deep sense of impulsivity and of a despair that is taking her, and it must have been for that reason alone that she seemed to hesitate for a moment that she kept it again friendly twisted over against his direction but his ears lower back as he looked over at her to finally as he did so, and breath and dryness of his throat matched up as he twisted his eyes of barbitoids or in for a moment abruptly stood a cell that forward towards her direction.

"You don't know what you're doing! You don't get to make these kind of big decisions! You're just going to destroy whatever chance that you have of being able to find even the slightest sense of peace or control all the while while you stay into the same stagnets of not even worse. Don't keep shooting and don't try to kill me. You know as well as I do that you're just trying to be able to figure yourself over through a black hole because you know so little about what you're being able to find any kind of sense of emergence with. Don't you dare try to be able to turn yourself outside of that whole now."

The wailing as well as that deep sense of that moaning melancholy that came over just even just from the air of the defeated turtle that was against them seemed as if it began to increase for a moment as if with some sort of universal energy that was almost easing a perpetuity omnis sentiment of the desperation of the way that Bojack called out such an abrupt and tentative demand for her against her for her to listen. Her eyes narrowed as she kept her fingertips firmly grazed up over against the gun and although her entire body was trembling, and her eyes were drenched over towards that deep sense and despair that made her expression come up there was a deep sense of would seem like a tentiveness over towards the way that he's speaking towards her, especially with what seemed like a deep hesitant says her hands just barely managed to say correct a barbitow towards the trembling of the gun, clearly drenched over within her despair as she looked over at and with somebody missing as if she was frozen into place.

BoJack game for one last hard look from the large hint of them a right of his eyes, and then trusted his eyes back over towards the side of where he could see the way that the foot and the nail now especially was making it so bad It was just barely within the radius of the top of the blasted concrete and the half-formed destruction that it taken up against the flotation of its form. With his eyes bitter sweetly twisted up basically and his expression up against him while I gave up a hitch, he began to fit all over his years as he began to show his way past the side of the mouse woma. Clearly, she was affected more than she knew what to do with-he could hear the way that she gave up a quick and what seemed like last minute of remark, although it was incomprehensible and meaningless and it was clear from the way that she cut herself off that she seemed as if she knew and she felt it herself, and then felt as if she swelled up her words as she did so while she saw the way that he began to frantically and desperately with panic rush himself beside her with his ears lowered back, and his eyes drenched up into a deep puff of his own and desperation as he did so as he jammed his way apart with towards the front of the broken door and the blasting of it, jamming his palms of against it as he frantically made his way back over towards the destructive and curled down office space in front of him. His hands were troubled up against the front of him, his eyes froze and why does he did so as he gave a deep hitches his eyes frantically twisted over towards a space of that destructive office in front of him.

frantically, and with this voice calling out over towards a deep detriment of his own panic, did he begin to rush his way as he tripped over towards a various different blast and broken chairs, previously used lanterns, and a various different desks and of otherwise that was standard orbitals of space, tripping out from himself as he hit up his toes and his feet while he did say well he tried his best to use himself through the dew brush as much as he was able to, and then stop in abruptly when he made his way firmly informatory so we can see the way that there is nothing of any kind of steps that was on the other side of any of the four crackdown walls of the office. Is I snapped up tentatively as he looked at Barbara towards the gleaming of the toe with that black smog that's what the a gun that it hit up against it was now floating up into such a way that if he could just get a few feet higher he would have been able to reach. With a sense of his own disoriented disparity snap his eyes above it towards it, swallowing thickly as he did so as ugly and his eyes up against it dripping over from one side and pacing for one extension of the place where he was underneath it in over towards the next as he looked over it with this deep song or despondence of increased panic while he did so.

'what do you know about any kind of ladders or if anything that I could do to try to be able to interact with that thing?" His voice was desperate, and census, as he snapped his eyes are probably towards where he could see the way that to the mouse woman was beginning to fall him over from the doors that he only kept a lodged over from the way that he had lasted over and into it. Her body as well as her rag seemed as if you're falling apart not only from the energy that was surrounding him over against them but with almost seemed like the air of her own despondence and of her clear sense of the disparatory It's a fact that she knew so little of what to do or of how to do it in terms of being able to focus on anything that would have been able to amend her suffering, and Bojack subconsciously knew that it was the closest thing of what he would get to being able to have anything of what she knew on his side as he looked over her with a deep, almost childish breathless form of his desperation, as her bittersweet in her own red sodded eyes snapped over against him with a deep melancholic of exhaustion for a moment to come up and with her hands trembling up over against the gun that was beside her did she, after a moment, although it seemed like it was more so from subconscious complete black defeat and exhaustion more than anything else did or a gun begin to fall down with the sizzle onto the floor as it clattered. BoJack's desperate eyes only flickered over as he followed her and her movement for a moment but kept his eyes snapped up against her desperately as he swelled thickly while he tried his best to be able to keep her with him. She flicked her eyes a barbitoids where she could see the way that the nail was although it seemed as if she was intentionally not as nearly as half as panic as he was, as he continued to breathe deep while his own panic to small people's followed her as he did so as his voice troubled and called out with arrest, and her eyes snapped overhead as she heard the way they did trouble without his words desperately he spoke while he began to follow her as she began to make a way narrowly above towards where that nail was floating underneath them by a few inches;.

"Please. if you don't know what to do with yourself or how to do it, then I don't see why you should care so much about how you manage to be able to use whatever little sense of hope that you have left to try to be able to help someone that may become even if it might take a while or even if it's not clear to either of us right now might be able to eventually help you. I mean come right? Or are you just going to keep trying to be able to destroy and continue to correct things up just because of the idea that maybe it'll possibly manage to be able to appease her to help you, even though it's so clear that if neither of us know then the best thing of what we can do is to not destroy especially since the universe will just do that for us whenever it deems it fit, right?"

and as well as just barely managing to people here and does he could so I see it again to follow her within the melancholy with Steve desperation of that black despair that he knew that if he failed at being able to make this transfer, the likeliness of them being completely alone in every way that mattered was going to increase so much to the point of what seemed like would be permanence. Taking in the deep richness of what made up the mask and and what seem like at the fact that she had already found herself there as such, and with her eyes turning over towards him with seem like a deep pitiful look up against her eyes as she saw the way that he breathlessly began to follow her within the timid form of his disposition, was it clear that she was under the impression as her eyes looked over towards him with the pitiful caution for a moment, I should begin to make a way over towards where there was the swing of the nails that was against the front of her, and her eyes snapped up as she turned and looked over towards the front of work it was now paused for a moment to come up and distantly did BoJack here the way that those animals are calling out to each other seems as if they allowing over to a brief pause for a moment, calling out beside one another as they did so, although it was so distant at this point that it almost could have been a whisper of whatever kind of destruction was happening on the other side of where they are trying to consistently call it over against one another desperately for the semblance of control.

"There's no way to get up there. Not from here. The best chance of what you're going to be able to have is to just try to be able to go along with what it seems like that the universe wants."

For arms for cross, and her disposition saw her as she spoke. She turned her head over the side of her shoulders as she saw the way that Bojack was still breathing heavily for a moment, and his ears lowered back as his eye seems civically over with a defiance, as he gave her attentive power to power against her expression as he looked her over. Her arms are crossed as she looked over at him with the salt dependable claim of against her eyes, and then slowly she began to make way back over toward the side of the gun, Bo Jackson large, and extensive amount of his own defines floating up against her, swallowing quickly as he did so as seclared up over at her and saw the way that she began to gradually in the other self down and pick up the gun again, and her eyes having a sense of her somber but almost seemed like apology up against her I should begin to press it up encrypted up over against a side of her palms, and began to ease herself upward as she did so she looked over at him with a cautious warning as she did so well she began to raise it up and her eyes glaming up over with a pity as she began to raise it up into gently begin swing it up over against the side of her hand.

"No,. I can't accept that. And if you knew what was good for you come if you knew that destruction especially within the universe that is so ready to be able to destroy anything-if you knew it was good for you you wouldn't care and you wouldn't want to be able to appease or two amend it either. I'm not going to accept that."

There was would seem like a deep bummer and a scoff that came over beside the mouse, but he snapped his eyes back over as he began to rush his way and directly underneath the swing above the nail that was underneath his eyes. He pressed his lips together as he swallowed thickly and saw the way that the smog began to smoke outside the edge of the nail, the way that his eyes flared up over against the white light that was easing borrowed from the cracks of it as he did so.

"I use a broken lantern. Or a chair, or a table, there has to be away. The universe is clearly brought me here for a reason and I don't think that it was for the sake of trying to be able to be dismembered or debailed to be taken entirely by some sort of other culture, especially when it's one that doesn't even know what it's doing or doesn't have any reason or any desire or of such to be able to even figure that out. I'm not going to believe it.'

his voice was coming out breathlessly, and his words for panic as much as his eyes as he flicked to be desperation of his decided pupils above towards the extension of the various crashed on furniture in front of him. He began to rush his way up over towards the nearest half-broken chair that was so fond of the ground that had the clearest semblance of coherent furniture as much as he could find, and with this ear is lower back as his eyes grazed up that he began to lean forward as he grazed his hands as he trembled in with the hitch coming and with his eyes closed and with his ears are affected he began to lifted up over from the ground of where it happened thrown down, and even though two of its legs were gone he knew that at the very least, it could he lean it against a wall that it would have been able to latch a perpet towards the nail.

In his panic upon a feeling the way that there is yet that's familiar sense of that pistol gun and epiden's energy began to snap out with towards the side of his direction again did he snap his eyes above her against her within a shock, although it was a word still latched to barbitoid his throat does he snapped over in the pupils of his panic, the desperation of his eyes as he gave a quick hitch as he snap his panic above towards the side of the mouses' direction. His hands trumbled above against the side of the chair, as his eyes snapped downward again as he snapped his hands up probably back over towards a half chair as he began to let it a large c*** as it begin to pull it up with his body trembling as he raised it up within the desperation of his effort. His eyes snapped over abruptly, eyes large and desperate as he began to be his eyes of barber with the focus of pulling it over to the the edge of the wall as he began to grapple his hands up over against the side of the half splinter chair which seemed as if it was just barely stayed together within its build. His mouth was kind of over towards his throat as his eyes were switched over within his desperate blur of his own focus as he gripped his hands up against it, gramming as he dragged a bar against the ground as he did so while his expression pouted as it began to rush himself over against the wall quickly as much as he was able to.

There was another abrupt sling of a significant zip but that began to snap its way over towards its direction-this time, it hit BoJack significantly towards the side of his already tired and limping legs enough as it was just from the amount of the physical exertion of what he had gone through. He closed his eyes as he gave out a significant breath of a swear as he began to feel the way that his foot staggered for a moment as he felt the way that there was clearly a gash left over by the pistol this time, and his hands abruptly begin to let go of the chair as he felt the way in her the way that they already broke and delicate would let out a grown as it crash down and over and onto the ground again. With his body forcing itself to quit jelly melt on over to the ground, for a moment did he grab his hands above against aside the edge of his knees as he felt the way that is 0 slower back as he called up within himself as his hands pressed firmly above against a very good feel the way that the gash and blood that is now swing with the side of his leg, wincing the bitter sweetness of his eyes through the puffiness of the expressionist he continued to breathe with a heaviness of his exhaustionate rest for a moment, as his hands troubled and raised up against it as he did civil I give but deep layered hitch of a breath while they try to suppose to calm the desperation of his exhaustionable his hands troubled up against it for a moment.

Once he managed to catch himself over from the despair in the shock, he snapped his eyes with a snake and amount of his own defines as he snapped his eyes abruptly over towards the mouse. She began to raise herself upward, and that strange sense of that overcoming melancholy in that sound of it as well as the whale that came over from the energy continued to increase I should begin to raise herself further, clearly said now within the look inside of her eyes as she tried her best to use or trembling hand and what was clear that the despondence of her own and health over the Bojack as quickly as much as she was able to. She began to ease her hands in the target of her expression further I should began to slip herself forward as if she was overtaken by the overwhelmed exhaust of her own and certainty as she began to pull herself furtherly over towards his direction. asserting kind of deep defiance and if anger flashed over against his eyes again, his ears lowered back as he snapped his defiance and his expression of it towards you as he swallowed thickly, his own eyes be getting to burn with his own deep sense of almost animalistic violence as he looked around or within his deep defiance as his hands both with blood as well as a side of his thigh continued to bleed over towards his extension of grappling up against it

"What the hell is your problem? You think that this is going to change anything for you? You're just trying to be able to possibly grapple over towards whatever kind of sense of control or the stimulation that you can get, and there's no promise that you even have anything promise from them or universe anyway. This isn't going to help you. This won't change-"

But there is another large snap of the gun that came up over towards his direction again in this time the mouse seemed as if she scared even herself with a sudden blast and the fire of it. BoJack closed his eyes as he instantly let out a whale of his own that she would over towards his true exhaustion of vulnerability as his body began to style the curl up within himself and onto the ground entirely, his hands coming up as a graved and snapped before against the side of the art of his palms, with himself feeling nothing but a deep defeat now as he growled up within himself as he gave a dick deep pitch of a trembling breath as he did so as his body curled and snapped up within itself all both of his hands pressed up over beside his ears to keep himself from anymore further bleeding as best as he was able to.

But he snapped his eyes above towards the side, despite the fact that he knew that he was in any kind of extension of any kind of realistic way of being able to think that he would have been able to collect himself away from the side of the nail or of sny interaction of it, as he snapped his eyes up and desperately over towards where it was clear that he only had a couple of more minutes to be able to even have a chance of grappling his hands up onto it, and then it would be lost a perpet towards another just barely reach of a building, and he knew that he only had so many of a chance before it was pulled over towards the heat of the heart of the culture that was against men of trying to be able to destroy him in the first place anyway.

with this knowledge, he slowly twisted his eyes upward as he began to feel a defined full heat to begin to flood above against the intense of his expression and of his body. Without waiting for any another confirmation that is troubling hands grace of beside the floor as he give a hitch as his body curled in, twisting his eyes defiantly as he gradually began to raise himself upward from the ground. He could feel the way that his body was full-fledged intense and fully heated as he waited for any kind of sense of weaponization to come over to destroy him from the other side of the desperate and the clearly unhinged and bewildered mouse, and began to rush his way over his feet as he tripped over his eyes, desperately trusting his expression and of his full sense of his vulnerability of his defeat, as he rushed himself frantically and desperately abrovito towards the side of where he could see that there was the last chance for him to simply use himself up from the side of the chair to lean against the wall, and grab himself over towards the reef to the swing of the nail within the last chance of what he could to latch on to it.

Although he couldbarely focus over within the neuroticism that came along with the knowledge that he was only one God gunshot away from the stranger that clearly would use him for whatever it is that with her muddled erratic mind that you would, his hands grazed a bar against the side of the edge of the chair as his eyes closed while he tried his best to move over the not too heavy but heavy enough for his despondent and with his increasingly more weakened body. His eyes closed, and teeth pressed together as he gave a small hitch of his desperate trembling breath as he began to guide it up and then forced to bar against to the wall beside him, near his lower back as he looked dark but it with a tentative exhausted pout as he did so as he saw the way that the broken splintered wood was just barely put together enough as it was even just for its own objectivity anyway, and then trembled his hands back as he frantically begin his step over towards his bleeding and style to desperate and increasingly weak or body as he began declamrous way of barbitoids it. His eyes wide and as he began to feel the way that his hands abruptly reached out clumsly depressive over beside the wretched blown out wall, when he began to feel the way that it was already crack and stumbling over towards the way that his feet are still against it. But just as quickly did he begin to turn over his eyes desperately turns the blurriness of his own desperate target, flickering his eyes and forever towards it within its desperation of his own focus as he did so, giving up a hitch of his breath as he swallowed, and with his hands grapple to barbitoids the edge of the side of the wall abruptly begin to jump up as he began to raise out his stout feet over against his bottom of the chair, sweeping and grappling his eyes upward and his hands above towards it as he did so as he began to increasely latch and reach a barber towards the swing of the nail as best as he was able to as his eyes get firmly focused over against it within his tentative deep desperation, jumping up against the front of the chair reaching up, swaying, and grappling up against it as he did so as he gave the continued hedge of desperate breath while he lodged over and continued his way into Grand mountain ease his body frantically at barber towards it as best as he could manage.

He was vaguely aware of the sound of the mouse as she began to let out her own bubbling breath in at first he assumed that she was trying her best to be able to aim up over what might have been her last shot over towards the direction of his body. He only kept at the the desperate, borderline violent desperation of his eyes frantically forever towards the space is best as much as he was able to, his ears lower back while his words latch trembling of herbivor towards his throat as he did so as he continued to jump his feet over against the chair of what she could feel with every single way does his body then slammed back onto it again, this becoming increasingly more rickety than the last. But he continued to jump up as he kept the bittersweetness of his blurred and desperate for franticize up against it as he kept his eyes focused of her towards the male which was now already beginning to leave over towards his vision despite his despair and his desperation as he gave of a latch of a desperate protest continuing to sweep the his hands over its reach-It wasn't until, after one last random sweep through that he was only doing from sheer deliriousness and from habit at that point, that he began to feel the way that his hands, despite the odds, grappled over significantly as it threaded up and was from the graphed over towards his hands as he felt the way that his palm crawled up against it despite the odds.

Instantly to his eyes widen within his shock, and then a deep, and would seem like a thrill extension of his breath as he did so as he gave the deep almost a boyish nature of his really fast his eyes wide and then began to have a deepest relief began flow begins designs. He began delighted a small laughter of his own nervousness as he kept his hands firmly crypt over against the side of the nail even as he could feel within it slow but yet still progressing movement that it was already be gained awkwardly take his feet up over against the rickety chair to begin with. he began to feel the way that his hands and body was now pulled up along within it, and his eyes wide in both within relief as well as his disparagement of the blurriness of his panic as he felt the way that his feed was graduate being lifted up from the crime of the chair underneath him, and it gave up a quick hitch of swelling of a breath, turning his eyes upward as he did so with the soft frantic breath, and then rolled up his shoulders abruptly as he did so as he began to keep his hands from the grind bar for against the side of it as he began to allow his trumbling fee to latch itself over against the wall almost as if he was a monkey, knowing that it was a long shot that he could climb himself up and then manage to be able to keep himself firmly swung up over against the nail of the turtle until he found a way to latch him so for over and into it, but I knew that within his desperation that it was certainly the only thing of what he was looking at and that it would have been better than the alternative of nothing.

"God damn it, I'm telling you, you're just going end up destroying a complicating everything even more than your kind already has in the way that you'll continue to do so! Why don't you just give it up, you don't know anything more than I do and you're just making yourself even more of a problem by living as if you are!"

Although the mouse's voice was clearly modeled up with something that was of her own firm focus in a panic and of desperation, and it wasn't as nearly as clear as much as she would have liked to have been able to admit, he could hear the way that there is that subconscious violence that he could just barely process but that he certainly felt that deep overall detriment of emotional focus of, as you heard the way that there is that deep lag focus of her own tone in the disparagement of the violence of it as she called out frantically a perpet towards the side of the edge of his shoulder, just as he was about to settle for pressing his feet above against the side of the edge of the wall will he began to feel the way that his body was now being lifted up firmly and over against the side of the nail as it began to lift and twist itself over from the edge of his ponds as he was guided up over against it, awkward, but at the very least using the leverage of the movement of the nail of the turtle to be able to lift him up and over from the side of the edge of the wall. Although he was too focused, almost to a boyish and impulsive degree to even so much as acknowledge a barbitone as the violent way of how she called out, with his hands troubled above against the side of the nail did he not care about anything except for making sure that his feet were pressed abroad against the side of the wall so that as he was lifted forward and upward to get further still he was lifted up towards it entirely. he could begin to see the way that he was beginning to let be left to deferred towards the jaded blasting of what was left over from the building as he felt the way that his eyes were graduating love for them and emerge from the entirely, is where it's coming over from the side of the nail further up right within his job as he did so as a faith video and guided further against it on them trying his best to despite his own black melancholy and of this conviction that there is not going to leave anything that would have been bearable and having very little hope in the disorientation of the knowledge and the narrative of that at the very least, he was fighting for something that would have been different.

But there is a sudden deep violent interruption, and then even worse, a spark and would seem like a heavy weight of the pistol that begin to slim itself over against the side of the trembling of his hands as well as the focus of what he had keeping up against it. He began to see the way that his eyes wide and as he began to feel the way that there was the projection that deep disbelief that grades to Barbara towards the side of his pawns as he began to feel the way that his hands abruptly began to be syringed over by yet another blast of a pistol, a ones of what she was barely even conscious enough to even acknowledge now as he began to feel the way that his hands now cramped, now completely paralyzed and disregarded with any hope for difference as his hands began to limp as it was detached away from grappling up over towards the edge of the bottom of the nail entirely.

as if he was frozen into a shock, he began to feel the way that his body begin to fall back from that slight height of the way that he been lifted up just from gripping onto the movement of the nail entirely. His eyes began to wide and as he began to feel the way that his heart large department towards his throat uses don't body began to curl within itself, as his other hand began to now be turned into something of a deep paralyzation of defeat as he looked over within that bittersweet emotional melancholy of his eyes as he began to feel the way that his hands reached in grappled upward was troubled and panned it to paralyzed, as his body crawled in as he abruptly synoptive within himself as he felt the way that he was now launched and snapped firmly over towards the display of the ground as he felt the way that he was lodged and pulled up against it within his deep despair as he felt the way that his body now curled up within itself with a defense was no latched over and was falling back down and onto the record of the chair and off to the ground again.

The breath was knocked out of him, and the despair came over him like a black wave paralyzing him I said began to feel the way that his eyes wide and as the breath was knocked out of his throat, and his head turn back abruptly as he did so while he felt the way that the words latched up against him as he felt the way that his body it snapped over towards you to the side of the chair, knocking it begins his breath as he did so as he felt the way that the breath was knocked out from all his back abruptly and unnaturally with snapped up over against the wooden stool the chair underneath them over his body fell, and tell with another hitch of his breath he felt the way that even that fell up under word within his body until he curled up and then was disregarded over towards the floor entire life. His eyes snapped up over with his deep, wide shock as he felt the way that his body which was currently paralyzed with his pain from falling snapped over towards the side where he could see the way that that nail within it slow movement was already beginning to meander and pull its way over against the form of his desperation, his eyes were wide and does his ears lower back come up troubling up against the exertion of his breath, swallowing thickly as he did so as he began to see the way that the movement by the time he was able to get anything else would completely be gone from the reach over towards the building of where he was. Feeling the way that there is nothing but the beating up on the edge of his heart in the syringing up of his eyes, he quickly and felt the way that there was a black wave of a numbness that overcame him as his puffy to feed over Kim's expression, sweeping up underneath the words of his breath as he did so as he spoke over a desperate protest, arms curled in, and expression twisted up as he spoke to himself with a desperate trembling, and tell, with a deep exertion of defeat, he saw the way that it disappeared up over towards the side of his eyes entirely as it began to sweep over and seemed as if it was taken up over against the deep fog and with another deep melancholic ominous whale, seeing as if it was a sentiment or almost agreement dermatids his own deep descent of despair defeat, as he saw the way that with nothing but the beating in his heart and the disorientation and the rush of his veins and the trembling of the blood of his own exhausted body, he saw the way that the foot and the nail was now being succumbed and swallowed a barbitoids the indifference of that foggy and unremarkable loveless air surrounding him as it was crawled and beginning to be pulled up within its movement.

He snapped his head up over towards the side of the ground, turning the bittersweetness of his eyes upward as he did so as he began to feel the way that his breath pressed together, swallowed, and it hesitantly twisted the size of barbitoids where he could begin to see the way that the woman was beginning to collect herself, although for the time being both within his emotional disparagement and of his shock of what it just occurred when he had been so close to what he had wanted and had come so far, and with his eyes he used to perfect and the side of the blurriness of the woman, and with his voice caught a permeator is a troubling of his breath he began to see it the way that her body was beginning to collect itself within its movement. The rags that made up against her body was swing from one side and over towards the next summer her hands wrapped with a bargain society of the gun as she did so as it was clear that she was beginning to stumble her way around with rubber towards where he was breathing within his deep exhausted wounded melancholy, swallowing hickly as a green size of her towards her, it is your sword back as he continued out the exhaust because she was breath while we saw the way that her movement that was clearly disoriented and disgruntled, and crippled over by her own melancholy despair herself was now stumbling over within the blurriness of his own vision I should begin to walk himself over within the disorientation of reform and over Taurus his direction. he swallow thickly, looking over at her to finally as he did so at the very least attempted to as he tried to speak or raspy word of his own defiance but he was too paralyzed by his own weakness at the pain that of which I've been taken from him and what had occurred to manage to do so, and instead settled over towards that deep detriment of his melancholy while they saw the way that he should collected of herself over from one must have been the postal gun and the way that she a job was over towards his direction that she was now trying to collect herself I'll just stumbled and swayed from the left side, and then over to the right, and then slowly begin to either self over within her disgruntled movement over towards his direction, his body is timid and is desperate as ever with his hands crumpled up over again society was just as he gave a deep congested breath, and glean his eyes up while he saw the way that her body began to sway over as it stepped from one side and over towards the next and over towards his direction.

"Now what are you going to do?" He barely spoke out the rest of the word but it was drenched into a deep, and an impenetrable nature of his emotional devastation of the complication of it as he managed to be able to rap about the word when he saw the way that she was kneeling down in front of him, tilting her head over towards the side as he looked normal her upside down, his hands crippled and trembling up over against history capable being able to move, as he looked over towards her with a hitch of a steep attachment of his own disbelief, so all the way quickly as he did so as he looked over her with that he did puppy exhausted wretched defiance, swallowing as his layer dremeling voice knocked away that she began in the other self in front of him and over towards the ground. He continued to swallow thickly as he looked or over towards her as you could see the way that her head was tilted a forward to the side and whether it was in mockery, or inquiry, or what seemed like genuine curiosity or devastation you couldn't tell, but he knew that he was in far too much of a disparity detriment to be able to allow himself over towards any question of caring. "What did you do? Why?"

His breath continue to be interrupted over towards the way that he breathed out is he kept his eyes to finally twisted a perfect towards her the layer of his tone and for his breathing out of her towards the deep layer and intensity of his words as he spoke over towards her with that Dave detriment of his desperation. But she began to ease her body upward without responding to him and if she did it seemed as if it was lost ever against the modeling of the water and des pair and the disorientation that made a Bojack size as he spoke over towards her within his desperation. Rather instead, underneath the murky fog that came along within Bojack's dispared was it clear that you began to raise herself up for where she had telted her head and had looked him over within her question, and began to instead settle for raising herself up as she raised herself over for more BoJack continue to blame his eyes over her with the despair and the detriment of his exercise not exhaustivize and defiance, himself still swallowing thickly as he did so, unnaturally within the way that he tried to collect himself from the ringing in the mocking of his own spare as he saw the way that she slow lifted herself up over from the ground as he could hear the way that she began to call out and would put seem like a violence, or perhaps, was just try to be able to him and her own sense of the bewaldement of that of what she experienced or that lack of power, as it was clear that she was calling out now over again society about Jack's trembling of his words and eyes, as it seemed as if there was something that was now occurring that she was interacting with of that Bojack was too paralyzed and moved for the time thing to process

Within the trembling of his weakness he did find himself closing his eyes as he felt the way that he was falling in and out of a black wave of suffering, feeling the way that any kind of extension of focus was now taken over from the fact that he could feel nothing but a deep trembling and a black that was inside of his focus that seems to be made it impossible to have any reconciliation with it as a succumbed over towards the in and out of the inherent exhaustion of despair from the amount of the demolishment that took him.

He was briefly aware, despite the odds of it, of what seemed like an increased shouting that was going apart towards a space of where he was aware of the fact that there was some kind of what seemed like a blowing out of a particularly overcoming fabric that seemed as if it had a larger than life structure to it, if there was anywhere to go by the way that he could feel and hear the way that there is a sound of what seemed like a blown out fabric that was now being pulled up, along with several different shots and with calls that don't record towards the commands that were now began to raise it because it was blasted above towards what seemed like various different shouts, blasting, as well as the fabric that was now being pulled been blown up barbitoid's air for it was being structured up. He was briefly aware of the way that there seemed as if there was a gradual sense of what seemed like a rooted structure, almost as if there was some sort of extent to what seemed like the skyscraper tower of some sort of puppet show that was bigger had to be collected and put it against itself along with that various different shout would seem like people and of the extension of calls out of those that seems if his commanding up against another to begin to surrender it firmly above towards where they were beginning to latch some sort of focus against their own need as they continue to lodge and called out detrimentally over and against one another within would seem like a structure of various different incredibly high forms of ambition in and out from the black of his subconscious, though for the most part he was only into that deep sense of the black shock that took him for the time being more than he was of anything else. As he began to feel the way that his eyes were closed as the soreness of his timid a deep sense of disparity taken him he was vaguely where the way that sweeping over hands begin to press up orbital towards his body, and he wasn't necessarily subconscious but he knew that he was far from conscious, Lodge to barbitoids the deep despair and exhaustion that took him from being a demolished and from having being destroyed the amount of times that he had, taken up over towards a deep defeat for the time being robbed then if anything of having their hope of being able to defy it.

He was vaguely aware of getting increasing more larger shouts, the intensity and of the despair of what seeing what inherently took them, the way that there was an increased destruction that was coming along with the way that the voice is called out and defiantly regarding up and trying to be able to focus on to each other as they did so, the sounds of it seem like various different material of that of which they were collecting and of trying to be able to find over towards their deep focus of their own command as they did so as they launched over from one side and over towards the next within their deep detriment of their focus of against another is a continued a latch out there exhaustion out of desperate need above or against one another from the outside of their commands. He turned his head from one side and over towards the next is he continued to feel the way that the hand that was grazing up against him was guiding him up over towards the side of the back of what seem like one of the various different thrown down desks of tables of what she could only barely be aware of only through some sort of subconscious deep misery denial over towards this situation of what he was in and of where he had been in the suffering latching up against him within its trembling of its consistent sense of despair that took him and of the complication within it. Has he felt the way that his body was curled down and over towards the front of the splintered edge of a table that felt as if it just barely took him, if it was anything other than the wretched blasted of ground, he could feel the way that the white hands begin to sweep over from what seemed like his fully weighted down and weakened bleeding body, himself currently succumbed over towards a deepest thing of peace of that of what she could hope to have for the time being, which was, nothing more except for the deep sense of what seem like a black to feed without any hope or a fight or defiance against it, as he fought the way that within the aching of his body and of that being the only interruption of it, he was firmly succumbed over towards the mundaneity of that deep lack overcoming him as he felt himself to come up against it won't flooded up against his exhaustion of his body.

he began to hear the way that through the watered model nature of that of which surrounded him that there was a call out over from the side of that of what should put him down, and this time, as he only somewhat began to feel the way that his eyes that were burning over within the exhaustion and of the fight that was within him, he could vaguely here the way that through the muddled water there was a call out over from the disposition of the animal that had placed him down. That he could feel nothing except for that deep paralyzation of suffering and of exhaustion of a deep negativity that seems as it was threatening to take him over and within any effort, he was vaguely where at the fact that just from the shouting and from the movement of the mouse those sweeping over and tripping from his body and over to the next, the way that he was calling out of a torrent's extension of his eyes flickering up over within its disparagement, that he was gradually wear at the fact that he was still up over towards that same wretched office, and that he was only someone to began to come back over towards that deep ache of a body that was practically shrieking over within its suffering, and his body and mind Paul didn't over towards the deep despair of his own defeat for a moment, as he just barely managed to come over from the black muddled nature of that of which is his defeating grime, probably kept his body just barely ease to pervatives where he could see the way through the blur and the way that there was a movement of the mouse that were she had placed him down it for against the side of the ground.

He turned his head over to the side, and it seemed as if it was the weight of some sort of significant paralyzation that was taking a mess he did so, although to an extent especially as he began to feel that significant extent of that acceleration of the briefing of his movement that there was no choice except appeal to go firmly back over towards that deep paralyzation of disorientation that took him. as he swallow thickly, feeling nothing except for the deep dryness of his throat as he twisted his head up over to the side, it gave up a soft exhausted extension of his throat as he swallow the clean turned and gleaned his eyes of barbitoids where he could see, through the exhaustion and the conflict that took up against the word of his expression and of his eyes, the way that he was currently pressed to perpet towards that very desk of what had seemed as if it had carved in within itself from the last time you had seen it, the same one of which the mouse had initially been beloved bring over against within her despair a moment before. He swallowed the Glee as he pressed his hands up over against the brief deep breathing of the stomach, his eyes snapped up orbital towards the edge of it as he did so as his eyes snapped up against him while I try to supposed to come back to the core of a sentiment, All of his breath was easing out to exhaustively, and his breath easing out within a deeper thread of his own dry throat, as he felt nothing except for the way that he had to force himself to be as if he could even somewhat find the will to come back over towards his already cut down body, with his body breathing and panting deeply as he did so as he claimed his expression of Barbara towards the side of where he could see the way that he had to make his way aparts of lasted when to in front of him, best in as quickly as he would have been able to,-really, and very clearly, the only thing of any kind of chance of that of what she would have had, as far as he could tell.

His eyes wide and as he gradually begin to turn himself away from it, and with his breath coming out over towards what it would seem like a particularly suffocated focus extension of his tone, he gradually began to raise himself up over from where he could feel the way that for the time being the mouse within her neuroticism I'd left him down above her beside the ground. His eyes looked up to finally as he began to raise himself up as he began to feel the way that is still body grown and shrieked over with him protest of every which way that he forced himself up, but nonetheless that he did so, hands pressed over against a side of his stomach as he began to graduate lift himself up, he has lowered back as he tried to accept that deep disparagement that took him as he swallowed the Glee and crawled his body again, swallowing thickly as he did so as his hands pressed over again society's stomach, swelling with the deep extension of the puffiness of his eyes as he gave up a deep tentative extension of a breath within its uneven layer of his desperation, as someone singing up against a side of him for a moment as he tries to come back to himself.

He snapped his eyes, although his expression was blurry, and could focus on nothing except for the cake and aching blood and of the wound that took him, over towards the side of where you could see the way that the mouse was clearly trying to rush away from where she was calling out over from the blasted windows, her hands pressing up against the side of the frame of it, no doubt within the full intention of wanting to be able to call out to try to be able to get whatever kind of reward or benefit that you thought that you would get from being able to latch into rob him to begin with. Has he blinked over within the blurriness of his eyes while I claimed his expression of against her while his expression stayed attentative, and his words and his drive throat extended orbital towards a deep dryness, he swallowed thickly, and begin to ten of late raise himself up with a deep grunt as his eyes closed while I felt the way that his teeth clenched together, and then slowly with his eyes when sing up did he began to graze himself up and over from the extension of the blasted of desk, and raised himself up as best as he was able to as he gave a small trembling hitch, as he began to gradually slowly lived himself upright, his other hand reaching out to trouble up as he gradually he still have to try to lift himself up from the blasted desk, and feeling every single bit of moan and of deep sense of suffering of pain as he did so as he raised himself up, gaping is blurry eyes turned hitched, and a torted up over beside the woman to see ground to begin to use himself upright.

His eyes slow they began to blink open, although he could feel nothing except for what seemed like that burning ain't got the blood inside of him and the stagnants of his body, which seemed to speak to him in and of itself that there was something that had occurred that hadn't had too much time passing, if there was anything to go by the fresh cake and the wound inside of his air and body.

His eyes began to blink frantically, as he slowly began to force his body up as best as he was able to, although he only instantly began to feel the way that he gave a quick cut of his breath while he began to feel the way that there is a shoot up against his arm with hand to such a significant degree that he only gave out a soft cry as his body began to fall back down and crash above her against the various different splintered wood that caught above against the curling back of his form. Instead, he settled for the blurry vision that came along with both the blood as well as the exhaustion in the disorientation, and some with somewhere within that chaos, the garage will sense of the understanding that slowly with an erratic and with the deep despondent sense of its own despair was graduate began to come back to morbid towards the true confirmation of the fact that he had no chance of anything of what I've been reaching for, and began to feel the full deep projection of that suffering now begin to flow up against him entirely within the wake as he began to feel the way that erective against him, with the deep and suffocated disorientation of despair that was now overcoming him like a black wave that came along with the idea that he had failed Eve come close to the only chance of what he had had to be able to project himself over to the transfer, and now, although his mind was too erratic within the disorientation with the yelling of the mouse, the screaming and the disorientation in the demand of her body out over through the window, and the despair that took of his eyes in front of him, and that it was impossible for him to have any kind of significant degree of hope or of any kind of sense of acceptance towards the fact of that he was now to exhausted even have the chance of getting himself anytime soon to catch the nail of the turtle.

"It's over here, I have an! You have to come, quickly, there's only so much time to take advantage, but we can! Make sure that you come, as quickly as you can, I can promise you that I have them down!"

He could see the blurriness that came along with nothing except for that foggy sky in front of him, and with the projection of the several different below now to end that stuff at home for you that was taking up against the loreness of the pain of his form as he began to only slightly feel the way that through the unnatural and the hitch of his own painful swallows and of breaths of things of dryness and the small swallow his throat, was the only someone to be getting to flick up over the bittersweetness of his eyes over towards the extension of the blurriness of the indifference of the fog in front of him and from the still he had concrete dust that must have been the left over from the grazing of the turtle as it had flown up against the front of the building.

"I'll make sure that I get him down. He's weak right now, he's showing very little signs if anything or of any kind of functionality of being able to get himself up anytime soon. I'll make sure to get him up, we can use him for what we need, I can promise you, this will be a good thing, just focus on being able to see it as such and I can promise you that we can get something out of it, all of us!"

Bojacks words were painfully got a barber towards his throat as he began to, although it felt as if it was the deepest ache just to be able to manage to lift up the dry muddled and the grime of the blood of his hands to lift it up from where it was grazed up aside the ground, and with the trembling of his palm gradually begin to reach up his hands depressive on the towards the 8th of his own bloated stomach which felt as if it had managed to be able to become particularly tense and uncomfortable from the profound amount of the implosion of the physicality from the way that he had been jammed down from the chair. His eyes were blinking, and sore, with the size of them seeming as black and as fuzzy as ever as, but the trembling of the raspiness of his throat is slow they turn his head over to the side, in and of itself making him win since he could hear the way that the splinter would was grazed a perfect against the back of the snack and over beside the disheveled of his main income and grabbing the park against his ears as he has Italian with a grime twisted his eyes and verb to wear he could see it through the black of his blinking and through the burning of his disparate eyes the way back to the same nose was now beginning to climb herself away from the side of the window from where she had gripped her hands up against a call and, and was twisting her body now down now, her eyes flickered over against him, and with her body grinding down it begins the side of the last of the splinter chair that was falling down up against her forearm begin to crawl herself down against it, and with her body bent down began to rush away abroad towards where she clearly thought about bojang was still as unconscious as possible.

he closed his eyes on instinct, and turned his head over to the side as he tried his best to make it as little known as possible towards her as she began to rush the fluttering of her feet over towards him within her quick paste extension of her focus and arrogance over to him, to try to make him see him as disabled and as little focus as much as possible up towards her form. He could hear the way that she began to let it her grinds, the twists of her hands of Barbara towards a several different splinters of wood that made of the previous desk, the way that she was turning up her eyes and the soft swear underneath her own secret life but she did so as it was clear that even within her own disparagement and the complication inside for devastation behind of what she knew what to make sense of or how to function with, that she was gradually trying to be able to make it so that she could get up the perfect entryway to do whatever she wanted with him. he could only keep his head turned above to the side, his expression firmly curled in as he did so as he felt that pain beginning to erratically swipe against him so much to the point that he could feel nothing but the authenticity of his limb state, and of his knowledge now at this point that he was at the mercy of her-with the aching of his body and the blood of his hands he knew that there was no possible way of how he could find any sense of functionality within himself now to even think of getting himself and to go out on his own, to trust over towards his own faith or perspective, both within mind and body feeling as if whatever little fire that he had within him have been taken out and was now left for him to try to be able to accept it to you impossibility of being able to have a new invention now.

"Quick. There we go. This is good." My voice was coming out into a low in a recipe tone issue gently begin to kneel down her body to sweep up against his form. He only began to feel the way that his expression scrunching eyes within himself by naturality of his in discomfort as he began to feel the way that her hands began to grace I don't need the bottom of his back. His expression on instinct instantly began to contortive within himself as he felt the way that his body, though he didn't mean to, begin to curl up within himself as he gave a deep hitch of his own breath and to swear of his lip, and for a moment it seems if the mouse had noticed as her hands pawned over from where she was planning to cradle him underneath the middle of his back and up against his stomach comment and could hear the way that her body began to lift up as it seemed as if she was 10 sleep observing him for a moment to look over towards the two detriment of whatever it is that he held over towards his tension. He could feel the way that there is a pause inside from of shock about what she would do, and what to expect, and what he would do when she gave him any kind of knowledge or focus of it, but then just as quickly begin to feel the way that even though it made him miserable, the way that her hands begin impressive against him as you begin to speak underneath her own frantic breath again just as quickly to lift him up, on one hand, feeling robbed from any kind of sense of a degree of any kind of freedom he could have had and on the other feeling too sickly and weak now to focus on his own body or to even want to, even if it would have given him the small likeliness of being able to find his own goal the freedom.

"If you're awake, I can promise you that there's something you can do at this point to try to be able to go after what you thought you wanted. Better for you to just stay on me, and to make it so that I can finally give you the closest thing to relief of what you're sad reality and if attempt would have been able to get. Promise."

Her hands begin to flick underneath his body, and he could feel the way that his expression, this time without any kind of shame now knowing that she seemed to be aware enough about what he was anyway, did nothing except to let out a soft scrunch any of his breath, with his hands trembling of over towards her and raised up against his stomach as she began to lift him away with a surprising amount of strength, no doubt brought on more soon by an ambition more than it was of anything else. slowly, he felt the way that although it was a little bit awkward compared to the weight of his body with her own small but ambitious form, he could feel the way that is still thought it was curled up aside her arm lifting him up from his back, and then the other onto his stomach as she forced him upward with a deep underground.

By now he didn't even bother to pretend like he wasn't conscious, his eyes blinking over through the black puffiness and the form of his vernability as his tooth poked out while he gave up a conflicted exhausted breath coming blinking within a frantic exhaust as he did so as he felt the way that he was lifted up over beside her palm. his ears real lower back as he looked over beside her within his soft frantic begging of his own expression, and she only slept her eyes over at him as if he was an object or a piece of meat to be able to be used, type ofity on the inside of her eyes as she looked him over before she left it another hitch as she turned her head down, and with another heave, one of which caused to let Bojack let out a painful breath as his on his body and as he felt the way that with his erraticism he was forced upright, she forested and hitched and left it him forward to come in and then come abruptly, began to grip her hands above against the side of his wrist, and her other arm against the middle of his back, as she with the heat of her arrogance indicated and it forced over with the side of her head for him to make his way over towards the nearby stairs, although his body and the wretched of his form made it clear that he could barely focus as he's dissued while he booked her would hurt that tentative, exhausted, and disoriented breath while his body swayed back and forth underneath the deep firmness of her intention of her arm.

"I'm not going to tell you anything. I'm not going to fight against you. I wouldn't-"

"Good" The mouse spoke with as much of a dismission of her own blunt disparagement and clear a sense of her own disorientation, trying to be able to have a projection over towards her own sense of her ambitious and edged of confidence control as much as she is able to. She snapped her eyes away from the side of the form of his body as he simply let out a trembling breath as is timid and scrutinized form of down, earsabout as tentatively and as destructively and it's exhaustively caught up within himself, I should begin to flick her hands above against a side of his palms and snapped her head firmly over to where there was the curl down steps up over towards a tentative of his foremost he gave up a soft, deep and breath I should begin to shove him forward. He could barely focus or even stand up considering the gash that was inside of his leg and he loved it and abrupted yell as he did so as his two arms played up against and waved up on either side, abruptly tripping up right as he almost staggered down to the ground before he probably caught himself and then let out another significant yell feeling the burning of the bloodied cake of his hands as he barely caught himself, and then eyes, bittersweet and pathetic and desperate, looked up against the front of him as he gave up a shake and breath and simply felt the way that is timid and wretched body crawled up within himself on his all fours for Mama does he looked up against the front of the blade and in different floor in front of him, eyes as sore as much as ever while he did so.

"what are you going to do to me once you get me down there and get your way? What are you hoping that it's going to see over what it's going to give you if you do manage to get everything that you want?"

The mouse begin to come up over behind Bojacks, and she raised out her foot as she kicked him significantly over towards where his rear was back behind her to kick up against it. He closed his eyes as he gave up another hitch of a Yelp, and then troubled his breath as he closed his eyes as he could feel that pain shooting up against his already aching body. he turned his eyes up when he began to hear more prominently now that same strength sensation of what he had felt when he had temporarily been passed down, and it's bitter sweet eyes flick it up as he turned while he looked at Barbara towards where he could see the way that, harrowingly and disturbingly enough, and if he wasn't so exhausted it disoriented fighting up against his own specific pinch of despair he would have been able to take it in better, the way that there was a gradual tent of what looked like something with made of what seemed like leathered or ripped flesh, or something to do with something that was ripped and splay to Barbara towards the wind with how it was ripped inventored up against its material, and seemed as if with that layer upon layer would seem like old aged leather skin, it was wrapped at Barbara towards would seem like some sort of pathetic attempt of an overarching balloon form of what seemed like the sentiment of an elephant, with its black guys contorted and as it seemed as it was punched up within itself, splitting up as easing a barbiturates the breeze and with what seemed like a harrowing lease a real sense and would seem like incredibly laced and connected it just barely connected leather of both equal skin that was latched up against it underneath the tall height of its form, displaying up barba towards the wind into such a way that it almost looked as if it was the certain kind of disgruntled a deathly and harrowingly and disturbing form for would have made of the twister of a little mother in front of it I was splayed up and twisted and was contorting a bird towards the end of the display of the height of the fog surrounding up against where it was being put up as almost as if it was a 10 that was higher than several different skyscraper buildings, of what it was looming and overlooking towards

"What the hell are you doing? The civilization, the people. What are you going to do with me about it?"

Although his throat was dry, and both his emotion as well as his body was full of so much disgruntled suffering to the point where it was an ache just to even think or to move, or to even feel as if there is any point of having a will at all, he managed to be able to speak all the raspy trembling of the word if only from some sort of shock of surprise and what it had stimulated out of him alone. He snapped his eyes, wide and desperate, over towards the side of where he could see blur early from where his vision was only just barely managing to collect itself from the way that the mouse woman was tilting her head up, overlooking of it towards that skin sack of that strange 10 to the form where it seemed as if although most of the layers of that various different yellow and brown grime and hue of the skin that was layered up against itself was slightly and occasionally slang out over towards a soft movement of someone entrance from the emptiness of where it seemed as if certain patches were not quite as intertwined as what as well as might have been intended, giving it an incredibly fluttered to tend to kind of look, it was still nonetheless clear that there was some sort of unclear intention, although it seemed as if it was high enough up, and that himself in the mouse were close enough away from the civilization of those that were probably more than likely still pulling the turtle playing at forward, and that they didn't have any time or significance for the time being of doing anything except for building towards where they were trying to be able to raise it up as best as they were able to and as high as they could within its disgruntled harming form and it barbiturates a skies quickly as they could.

"A celebration, incense. Trying to be able to appease the planet in the universe and if it's inherent relationship of what is admittedly far beyond any of our understandings and we're aware of that, so we're doing what we can and of how we can to try to be able to manipulate and project and to please the universe as best as we're able to to show it that, asbestos were able to prove anyway, that we're deserving of this one singular planet and if it's humanity to harvest as best as we're able to. They're showing the universe and its relationship with the planet, and there want of trying to be able to harvest it and take it within themselves as best as they're able to that they want to be able to have the piece of doing so without the universe intervening like the way that you so clearly must know by now that it has the tendency of being able to do so for as long as it things said it would have made it towards a further conclusion within its own species at it harbors and its energy is best as it would be able to lead it towards."

"But what is it? It looks like you killed something, what you got my kid considering the standard of what comes along with the average would be the last thing about would surprise me-"

His voice was coming up into an uneven trembling rasp, as you tell to his eyes up in the bitter sweetness of his own overwhelmed expression with this hands trembling up against the floor as he kept a stout body crawled in, troubled and turned up right as he did so as he saw the way that those multiple layers of skin were spite of him blowing upon through the breeze, seeming as if that they had killed off several different yellowed harrowed either leather or of skin, and it barely patched it together enough to just barely make the 10th that seems if it was a sentiment of an elephant to come up with nothing but black for eyes within the empty puppet of that of which made it up.

"It's a previous planet that our culture killed for the sake of trying to be able to leverage us and to keep us forward within our endurance, at least as best as much we would be able to manage for a time."

"You've done this before?" BoJack's voice hitched up over towards his surprise as he snapped his expression above her beside the mouse, his eyes are lathered as he licked his eyes up against her while he did so he looked up against the stout of her form. She seemed as if in her own way, although she clearly would not admitted to Bojack or did she have the interest of doing so, that she was surprised as much as he was over towards would seem like admittedly that disturbing extent if nothing except for leathered skin in a bone patched up against one another that was blowing a barba towards the breeze, seeming as if it was some sort of harrowing and grandiose grotesque way that they are trying to signify their fight and their ability for their humanity as they attempted to even have that attempt of calling out to begin with.

But she turned her eyes down rather than responding to BoJack's words, which admittedly sounded and was giving off just how truly weak he was within the interruptions of his words, the rest, and the other evenness of the way that he spoke of Barbara towards her. His eyes were only even more so helpless as his expression began to flick as he saw the way that she turned her body down up against her clothes, and then come up without another word begin to walk away rather firmly with a matter of fact of business as she smoked herself over beside his body. He gave up a small age, as he began to ride in his eyes while he saw the way that her body swept up against his body and up against no part of his back, and he was too weak, and frankly to desperate to have anyone to lean on even if it would have been an en emy that he allowed his body to slowly firmly be killed tilted up against him by the harshness of her arm coming and then, within abruption to raise of his body, turn his body upright as he did so as he a lot of a small breath as his arms wrapped up against a slender of her shoulders as she called herself down and raised him forward as she did so and indicated her I sharply above towards the side of the steps that was taking the both of his desirable in terms of emotion as well as he lived over with That deep a bulge of his own and certain eyes as he tried to collect himself, that we swallowed thickly as he tried as best to stumble his body against her embrace as best as he could manage, though he can stumbled up rather harrowingly beside her as he did so as he gave a soft feel dirty breath and twisted his eyes above towards the stairs.

"You didn't tell me that you were appointed and anointed by the universe to be an agent of the universe."

"What?" his words troubled as he snapped his eyes and his question of over beside the mouse, dripping his body forward as he did so as he began to willingly follow the harsh of her body and her air into such a way that spoke that it wasn't really much of a choice regardless, keeping his eyes twisted up against her within a burning in Cory as his bittersweet eyes flick dip against her while he began to follow her over towards the stack of the stairs. Her eyes seemed as if they are more taken and disturbed by the overpowering tent of the elephant that was swaying above towards the fog of the air and the sky in front of the more than she would have been able to let on but she turned her hand down, and rolled up her shoulders as she indicated her body firmly and further up against Bojack as she forced him forward, and begrudgingly even as his body was disoriented cut up and twisted within his exhaustion, he tripped over his feet as he began to follow her and tell his feet begin to aqua they stumble down the steps, nothing except for his body awkwardly gripping and leading on to the mouth almost to an awkward degree, but it seemed as if it was agreed between the two of them that he was now desperate enough to have anything that would have gotten over towards the place and the direction of where the turtle was enough that he was willing to latch on her and whatever way that he could get to come and not being able to walk on his own for the time being.

"I've seen it before, it's not very often, they're larger than life, about as tall as much as that elephant tend to that's up there if not even more so. They almost seemed as if something that you would think was a plan at similar to the way that the turtle is except it's clear that they have a certain kind of agency inside of them coming although there's a certain kind of psychological imagination that they have inside them, something that would speak of a certain kind of individual power that is not necessarily theirs and that they're not the individual or the person that they were before they were anointed by the universe, but nonetheless are still expected to be able to live as such, and to do the bidding of the universe rather than being able to live for themselves within is what it left of their bodies, of their energy, of their life that's inside of them. I could sense it within you the second that I saw you, I could sense the way that you were carrying yourself to such a degree that you have that happiness that comes along with having a knowledge of the complexity of the universe and of its overall intention if what it's trying to make, it's loneliness within its own failed creation and if it's constant strain of trying to be able to cure its own grief.I could only sense it because we've only had a couple of those entities that were anointed by the universe to show up a couple of times before within this culture, no doubt brought over here and either anointed by the energy of the universe in the first place to interact with the area surrounding us especially since we have already taken and have killed a several planets for the sake of cultivating our own humanity and keeping it striving as much as we are able to, and also no doubt just because the grief of that of which we're doing by killing off so much life and of cultures that could have had the chance of surviving on its own, or it not the chance that we were weak enough that we had to be able to kill them just to keep ourselves alive, and of course, we couldn't resist that temptation."

"Couldn't you?" There was a side of black edge of challenge to Bojack's tone as he flicked his eyes above towards the mouse as his body suede from one in the step in over towards the next while he kept his body painfully swayed up against her embrace. Although her energy was still one of his straightforward enemy of ambition it seemed as if she was slowly beginning to at the very least read him like he was started an ambassador of complexity the way that he could feel and knew that he was if only because of the overwhelming spirit in the neuroticism in his mind, or he desperately wish that there is nothing but that's straight four degree of trying to be able to find you, and if anything that had to do with the humanity and the supplements of it that it ever caused him to be so desperate on it to begin with, but he could feel that very disorientation of that of which the mouse spoke even as he wanted to deny it, could feel the exhaustion of caring such a complexity and if it's inherent intelligence within him whether he meant to or wanted to or not.

"I could sense it the second that I saw you, one of the reasons why I couldn't come after you at first was because I was assuming that you were some sort of agent of the universe, and I assume that you're coming to either kill me, to get me, or, perhaps, ask me to be a part of your service. It wasn't until I began to see the way that you're bouncing up onto your feed and desperate to be able to grip over that plan it up against you for the sake of trying to save over your own finite human understanding what I realized that there was nothing about you about was significant, and that I needed to try to be able to use whatever kind of human cultivation that you had that would have caused and protected you to be able to endure this long to begin with even though you should have been destroyed over from the black destruction cover from the fact that this culture is clearly turning up within itself no matter how much animals, people civilization or planets we desperately try to pull in."

"I don't even know what it is. I don't want it. I-I think that it was trying to invite me, a little bit a while ago, something about about what you spoke about an agent that was trying to be able to pull me over, tempt me, show me what I could achieve and what I could do if only I allowwd myself to have the faith and the strength to allow myself to move forward within the humbleness of that of what you was trying to give me. I don't know if you saw it, that massive elephant, although it wasn't really an elephant of it rather more so just a massive complex spirit of something that was far more insightful than a singular person, and I hated it, but I could sense the way that it was clearly trying to invite me to be a part of it to a degree. That it was, to an extent, forcing me or calling me in some way to be a part of it, and I could feel that calling, but of course I didn't want to. I mean, I felt it, I still do, I think it's projected itself inside of me, and it's something above me, something greater even than the way that I affected things before just trying to be able to it achieve my own selfish desires which ended up itself always felt so much more complicated than I wanted it to be, I didn't want to have to be pulled into it, I didn't want to know about it but it was like and it still is, not giving me a choice. I don't want any of it, I just want-"

His breath was coming out into a disoriented, and borderline and comprehensible deep breathing from the stress of that of which took his mouth. He continued to try to interrupt over towards his words as best as he was able to as his eyes bittersweet and it turned down within his exhaustion, and he could feel even just the thought over towards the complexity overcoming him even if he wanted to do everything to try to be able to reject it. The mouse turned her head over towards him coming and then gave him would seem like a layered pitiful expression as she continue to push him further down and over again steps. There was still that abrupt abrasive way of that of what she was pulling in forward and as his food tripped over against the stairs, and as his voice hitched up all he continued to rush his way down up over do the steps and on to the ground, he could only feel that increased wave of intimidation that was ever coming him in terms of what was up ahead, what he wanted to do about it, and if there was any sense of that f*** could be made of it at all, as he continued to make his way over towards the front of the door while he did so, keeping his eyes better sweet while he troubled it over beside the mouse, and kept her eyes bitter sweetly turned up over towards the door into what seemed like a deep melancholy of an internal knowing of the dread of that of which was very much possible ahead, and of the both of their knowing about what that would mean in terms of what they would have to do in terms of cradling it, though it meant something different for her and the civilization at large in terms of Bojack's own all too familiar individual weight that carried him in terms of having to move forward with it

"I'll take you down in over towards the part of the civilization that is projecting over the tend to begin with. That'll give you at least a little bit of time to clear your head enough so that you'll be able to communicate well with the civilization that you are fully giving up your own personal purpose so that we can use you for whatever it is that would be for the better of this planet."

"What?" His voice was abrasive, sharpened on edge, his eyes flooding above her with panic as his perked up as he gave the garba towards or sharply. Her arms had already begun to detach away from where she had been pulling him forward until it was clear that she could trust him to slink his way forward along with her if only because of his weakness, although his eyes flared up over within his heat as he looked over at her as she began to ease her hands up against the door, and she left her hands above her towards the original entrance that she looked over him with a pity as she indicated from to make his way back out of her towards the grimey fog of the buildings I was waiting with over towards they're involvement on the outside.

His expression twisted for a mom and does he looked over at her with an increase sense of his own despair, and for a moment especially within the violence of that of what she felt with the last but protection of wanted to be able to make sure that he could have a clear of his path in front of him as much as he was able to, he instead began to feel the way that is soft pause began to ease of prorjectoon towards that deep violent projection of what he wanted to give her. He could only feel the way that he paused as he looked at birth towards where she looked over at him with that pitbull look, and indicated her head above the side of her shoulder for him to follow her back out and over towards the purpose that she clearly was going to give him no significant chance of being able to try to dissuade from away. As his eyes flipped down over between where her hands was scripping up against the side of something that he had not realized within the blurriness of his disorientation from what he had come back over towards his consciousness, he allotted a small page of his own shock when he saw the way that you still had that gun firmly placed above towards the trembling gretchedness of her palm. Her eyes looked over at him with a pity as she saw the way that his expression was caught up over within his conflict of his deep disparagement for a moment, a black paralyzation of a wave in terms of what to do, and whether or not he should have run, but he could already Tell especially that with her sweeping her arms up over against the front of the door, and having him blocking the entrance way of the only place where he can make himself out, on top of the fact that he knew that he was too weak to try to be able to bust himself through one of the already incredibly sharded windows that were only going to wound him further where he to try to break into climb out of them again, and up and over to the stairs that would lead to know where except for a height that would kill him where he'd have jump off of it, that he had no choice except to try to be able to trust and to follow her.

his ears lowered back, and he looked over at her with a somber but it gradual sense of understanding and if it's even agreement as he looked over at her well his lips pressed together, and he gave a small grunt, and a curtain out of his head as he did so as he began to follow her tentatively out in over towards the front of the door of what she had opened up. There seemed to be a glimmer of what seemed like her own celebration of confidence that flooded up against her eyes when she saw that she had truly caught him to go along with her, and with his body crawled and inside himself tensely did he turn tentatively as he began to follow her from where she dumped her head out as she began to pull herself outside and out over towards the entrance. Her body began to unravel from where she had kept herself curled in over towards the last of the rags of her dress, which must have taken a particular hit from the cut over from the nails of the turtle when it swept over against the building, and with her body curled in she began to step her away out in overthrew the fog, BoJack intentively reaching out his hands as he pressed it up against adorable he began to slowly and tentatively followed her out and over towards their front of the entrance and out over towards the road in front of her while she did so. his eyes turned, and he looked over with that deep despondence of his own fear as he could feel the way that there was that marking of that site of the flow of the skin that had taken up against the elephant that was currently, of what she can now see one of the several different forms of the pikes that was dressed up with in the layer of that patched skin that seemed as fit with it It's stretching all the way up or towards the elephant that raised a ball over what the way to the sky, which seemed as if it was firmly being billed above between several bits of the buildings and over between the gray fog taking it against it, as he hesitantly begin to make his way outward, and his eyes were caught up over towards his disparagement of his own caution as he snapped his eyes abruptly above towards the sky, but then, knowing that for the time being he could hear nothing except for the distant sounds of it seem like as much smaller parties of the civilization of the people that were dressing up against the side of the projected of stretch skin against one another, that he's slowly, with his expression on edged intentative, begin to make its way over beside the woman as he followed her out towards where she was making her way out and over through the city street. She seemed as if she had a certain kind of air of authority to her now, a certain kind of confidence that he was going to follow her with what she had labeled him from being able to do so, and now that it was clear that Bojack was too psychologically and physically weak to have any confidence of being able to go forward with what he needed to do. His expression turned over towards her bittersweetly as he began to make his way out as he began to fear the way that the doors shut behind him, and his body jumped, as he began to hear the way that there is that significant large of vastness of it as a groan didn't closed itself behind him. His fingertips crawled up over the side his chest, his expression pounded as he looked at Barbara towards where you could see the way that the mouse was beginning to make a way confident lay down but never towards the direction of where he had initially ran away from to begin with. She turned her head over the side or shoulder as she indicated with him to follow her, and he looked over at her with a tentative desperation apparelization against his expression, and tentatively tripped over his feet as he gave up a reset of his breath as he began to follow her and over through the fogginess of the road while he tend to lay begin to follow her down the street.

His eyes twisted up, as he turned and looked over towards where he could see the way that that stretched out projected skin that was in front of the bittersweetness of his eyes was still looming up over against his features. His ear is lowered back, his eyes twisted up as he did so as he saw the way that it was only about a couple of feet away from where I was hanging up against him, and even closer towards the way that it had been nailed out and onto the ground and over between the buildings. As he began to feel the neuroticism that was in his head about whether or not he would succumb for the hip over towards the mouse's desires, he could only feel what seemed like a genuine coming and gradual form of his own set acceptance about what he would do going forward-he could feel the same kind of deep decision That was sweeping up against him and within his head space, gradually beginning to center itself although he knew that there is an unlikeliness now do you play that it would go well-but as his tentative and desperate eyes turned while he looked a perpet towards the deep insistence of the mouth as she turned her head over and indicated for him to follow, he knew that the only way that he could find any way of trying to be able to utilize with this physical and psychological suffering so far was first to accept it, and then to go along with the disparagement of the challenge in front of him as best as he was able to and the performance of what he was expected from, and, eventually, to go forward with his own plan, or else, a certain kind of end of death of that he would have rather preferred anyway.

"You're sure that this is what your people want? You think that this is the best thing that you could do with someone like me?" Surprisingly enough, the words were easier to come out with more so than what he wanted to be able to speak, as he tentatively began to walk his way up over towards the mouse as he did so while he looked her over within that deep exhausted question that was inside of his eyes as he began to walk his way up over towards her direction. There was a certain kind of deep self reassured confidence that was inside her eyes now as she nodded and looked him over, and she indicated her head of Barbara towards her there was one side of that skin of pole that was over between several different congested buildings, as she indicated her head above towards the side of it with the blowing breeze of what seemed like that only half patched together skin, some of it loosely swing up over through the fog of the breeze, and indicated her had to bar for the side of her shoulder for him to continuously come along with her and over towards a very place over Bojack and now see that the initial building of where he had been on with the beaver with no completely broken, and congested in contorted down within itself, leaving nothing but a black chasm that was inside of it, his eyes turned as he began a lot of the hitch painfully as he looked it over and saw the way that there was nothing but a black broken hollowing extension of what seemed as if it was the very expectation of what would have happened with the massive large size of the turtle that had initially latched over as it had destroyed and eased itself with a destruction up against it, and he swallowed thickly, his body crawled in, and then tentatively began to know Odyssey slowly began to follow the woman at barbadores the space as he gave looked over towards it with the pound and gently began to follow her, dripping over his feet as he tried his best to find any kind of clarity within the neuroticism of his black panic otherwise as well as the pain of his body, but, as he looked over at him within the fog that made of that despairing and low sense of hope that made along the buildings in the fog that's surrounded him currently, it was clear that any kind of chance for self enlightenment or action was far from any choice, and he saw Billy looked around him as he felt the truth Wave up against his body.

"I'll take you straight over to the place of the building of where we need to be. I want them to make sure that you know that at this point that there's nothing that you can do, unless you either succumb to the universe's intentions and even that I'm not sure that the universe is even interested in at this point if it left you here alone like this, with me being able to do whatever it is that I wanted and whatever way that I would have liked, since clearly you do not have the physical or the emotional capability right now being able to go on with what your own intention was"

his eyes glared as he looked at Barbara towards the mouse. He turned his eyes abruptly and bitter sweetly over towards where he could hear the way that on the other side of the buildings it was clear that they are trying to be able to ease up their own personal pole of that elephant tent ducks quickly and as much as they could have overthrew the sky. As his eyes looked over at it with a bittersweet somber curiosity while he tentatively kept his hands crawled up against the dry cake to blood of his palms and begin to follow the mouse down the street, he could only feel a deep exhaustion, disorientation and of a question, admittedly if nothing else, I certain kind of deep curiosity about the culture that was so convinced that it would control him now, and his uncertainty about to the extent of how true that actually was.

"So that's really all that it takes, then? You just try to be able to offer up some planet that you've already killed before against the universe's permission or if it's desire, and somehow showing that rebellion allows it to be able to allow you to do whatever you want for the sake of your own continued survival?"

"to show that it wasn't a waste. To show that everything that we did so far in terms of cultivating off the other subsections of cultures, people, planets in up their energies and of their dignifications wasn't just for the sake of our own needless selfishness and foolishness. We've come to understand enough about the overall energy and the intention of the universe, which by the way, you and your wife and your family was the one that initially projected out and cause it to exist to begin with, because we're trying to be able to do the best of what we're able to show that truly, we're doing this because we need to, because we are a pure species that may be initially had flaws that would cause us their own subset of punishment when the universe curved in and reset itself as best as it had the ability to be able to do so, and to show that we're just a living pure being in of a culture that although full of flaws and of constant sure coming so we're trying to figure out and to solve every single day, we are ultimately just that, I called you a full humanity, and deserving as such to be able to have the chance to be able to use the resources should it be available to us to try to be able to keep herself surviving so that we can continue to have a life, so that we can heal, so that we can learn and that we can call debate. I don't know what else to do other than that and neither does anybody hear around me, from the smartest to the smallest to the dumbest to those that we try to consider important but we really had a long time ago that important seems to be missing the point as to how we all ended up within the same substance of punishment regardless of power or of the vacation of status that we may have given people previously anyway."

"Did you think that me, me specifically, with my small body, with my small humidity that I'm sure will just barely manage to feed even just a pinch of this entire culture and this entire planet that you think is going to help even though you have all this people that you pulled out from those glowing lights before down there that I saw earlier coming and of all these planets that you've killed before, you think that I'm the answer of someone that's going to manage to make things easier for him?"

The mouse gave up a soft trail of Alaska and her eyes seemed as if they're glimmering over with what seemed like a deep melancholic and a self knowledgeable amusement, and somewhere inside of their whether she meant to or not and admittance over towards her own attempt of trying to be able to protect her own suffering as well as those around her. she twisted her body up over the side of the ground as she indicated her eyes up over towards him, and the more that she was under the impression that Bojack was fully revealing over towards whatever gift of vulcanization to use in for whatever it is that she wanted, the clear it was that she was speaking to become more loose, more arrogant even, and he looked over at her and couldn't help but feel an odds of conscious pity for her entitlement to come up the desperation behind it of how desperate she must have been and how much despair she was in how deeply she was suffering for it to need so little just a feeling inside of someone so that deeply but she did now.

"BoJack, I want you to understand that you are so much more than just one specific planet. You're more than all of the civilizations and of all the cities and of the towns and of the people, some of which include several million, that would be in every single planet of which we ever could have hoped to have been able to open taken. That's the thing about you, and that's the reason why the universe wants you to be able to become an agent of its own service, but I suppose that it can't force you because then you wouldn't really be you within the small sense of this human and authentic complex life that's impossible to replicate even for the universe itself, something that's so full of its own specific desire isn't of your moods and of wonders and of what's marked you over the years and decades of her multiple lives and even just within this one singular life to be so remarkable that it would be impossible to be able to replicate. Yes, we want you to be able to work for us because it would love her at your own planets in our culture and is such a way that it would be impossible for us not to be able to be free to some degree as long as your humanity was on our side."

"But-You would have to come first, completely destroy me, is that it? Or at the very least destroy me as the way that I know myself and the way that I know my wants, desires, the identity that I've ever had to be able to get to this point to begin with. I wouldn't be as nearly as recognizable the way that I recognize myself the way that I am now, is that it?"

The woman's eyes glinted, and there was a certain kind of would seem like soft amusement of against her expression, but rather than that slightly teasing it would almost seem like omnis extension that's swept over against the fur of her features, she simply tripped over her feet that she began to continue to walk away down a barber towards the bank of the street over against the two of them. Bojack could feel a black exhausted somber melancholy sweep over him over towards would seem like that soft acknowledgment of her air, and he told it is better sweet eyes with a somber curiosity over towards where he could still hear the way that there was a calling out of those that was over between the patches of skin that was giving itself away from the human activity from the bottom before there must have been a nail put a boyfriend to the ground or something similar, if only from the extension of the way that there was the occasional voice calling out, something that was calling up within its bottom of conflict, and the swaying up of the various different pitches over of the breeze of the skin taking them as they seems if you're trying to either leverage up or to control the elephant's skin puppet asbestos they would have been able to for that projection and the begging of the universe of what they could hope to get out of it. If there was anything to go by their deep conflict and their rules together it seemed as if it was rather detrimentally important, or the very least they were convinced as such to do so.

"Currently, everyone's going to be occupied for quite some time about the turtle, and about the parade that we're going to put on just to try to be able to prove to show to the universe that this is truly a justified equalization for us to be able to take this planet for the sake of making sure that we can bring ourselves some clarity to be able to survive. It's going to be a little while, the various different parades and of dances and if those civilizations of our cultures that's going to go out to try to be able to prove to the universe that we deserve to be able to have this sense of our own humanity and of spreading out from it, the wisdom in that sense of grounding and our true belief and it to be able to be so into the deep sense of our sense of gratitude for a little bit of a time. I'm not saying that it's going to be a while before you manage to be able to be released at least to some degrees the way that we need you to be in probably the way that you want to be once you realize that this is for the best for you at this point, since you seem to be at a dead end and don't seem to know exactly where you're going and might just exhaust and do exert yourself to the point where you're what wife or whatever it is that she is, might be pulled down and grabbed up against you within that exhaustive complexity and torment, and tell them both of you devour each other ones from your lack of understanding. I don't know. But I do know enough of what you can do for us here, and, frankly I think that if you were as exhausted as much as I can imagine from trying to be able to latch on from complex world from lack of home to lack of home just feel even the slightest sense of the slightest hope of direction for me I would say that you must be as exhausted as I am of even knowing that your complex journey even exists."

He tripped over his feet, as his eyes turned melancholically up over towards where he could see the way that there was still that deep sway of that loose skin that was using it against another from that slope that made up what would no doubt reach over eventually to the top of the elephant. His eyes flashed above the side the woman as he gave it the soft deep breath of his own throat gumma and swallowed thickly, as he continued to follow her frantically and triple of his feet does he looked over towards where there was nothing now except for it seemed like the left and right side of the building that had existed before and all of its layered and would seem like almost architectural Renaissance glory previously with its balconies, layers, the windows with no not the except for two sides and was nothing down but torn down, rubbled and uneven concrete on the left and right side in front of the wide extension of his eyes.

He's not really impressed his lips together, until it is head forward as he gave up a hit you while he began to follow her, and to a degree there is something about the narrative of that of what she was spending within a selfishness that he couldn't help but agree again; there was certainly a deep sense of his own lack of understanding right now of how to be able to make the best of the situation that he was in, or of how to be able to make it so that he could fully project it over into a way that would benefit him, and with his feet tripping above against aside his feet taken to you to rush his way forward quickly and as best as he was able to for the sake of following any kind of sense of coherent guidance, so that he could at the very least eventually, even if just for a gleam of a moment, would manage to be able to find a glimmer of hope or at the very least, a sentiment of what he could follow.

"I have BoJack!" The mouse begin to stop up over towards the turn down rubble of the building in front of her as she reached up a hand and called out, her voice was used to birth towards the act going to the way that she called it over towards the disgruntled front of the turn down and congested building that was in front of her as her voice began to go over towards the space in front of her. He stomped abruptly following her, his voice caught up as he did so as he gave a small hedge as he glean his eyes up against him where she called it over towards the space in front of her. His ear is lowering back as he looked over her in question, and swallowed as he looked over towards the front of her body. For a moment he simply turn his eyes a proper towards the emptiness of the carnivorous broken down nature of the building were previously there had been all this hardworking animals, the ropes and the whales that have taken them, but as he turned with a bittersweet questionably designs of barbitoid the entrance, he began to let out a small frantic edge of his breath as he flicked his eyes over between the front of the entrance of the chassim in front of him as he looked over the side of the mouse's shoulder; her voice continued echoed into something that was nothing but an empty echo chamber at least for the time being coming and slowly did her hands press up against her palms as she began to press her arm firmly back over towards her chest again, as if she's waiting for some sort of vegetation of response from something that otherwise seemed as if it was nothing the very definition of deep dark in front of her.

"I don't see how this is going to work." He felt hesitant to even just to speak the word, but he began to walk his way up over the side or as his eyes flickered and melancholically against the side of her body, which seemed firmly and deeply focused over towards the entrance in front of her, with her body firmly crawled up within itself as there was a somber waiting up against her expression and expectancy but photographs or features as she called out over towards the coniferous broken down dust of the broken down concrete in front of her."Seems like that they already moved on-"

"Hold on, it's the way that it should"

The mouse began to each other hand as she pressed it over beside Bojack's body just as he was about to stand himself beside her-and his ears parked up as he looked down beside him as he saw the way that her hand had abruptly snapped over against him for a moment to pull him back. His expression turned tentatively up against her as he wanted to be able to speak a protest against whatever kind of reasoning that she had of pulling a bucker towards the broken down building and of animals that would only be too occupied with the turtle plan at which she assumed would have taken up the majority of their space for at least the next couple of hours-his lack of understanding didn't lesson from the fact that he knew that generally would be a long time before he'd be able to be measured at the target of their attention, and within his neurotic chaos of how to be able to make the scenario of them trying to be able to use what they could from the turtle and how it could project over towards its own desire, was he erratically and manically going over towards his head about how we could make that communicatively true as his eyes bitter sweetly looked up against her through the puff of his expression..

but, abruptly, there was a sudden sound of what seemed like the several different dancing of it almost seemed like plastic tap shoes that was up against the Converse major taking it against the both of their attention. Bojack snaped his eyes away from where he was glaring within his doubt beside the mouse woman who had kept her eyes and melancholically and deeply twisted within its intensity of over towards a controverse broken down concrete building a moment before-And as he began to hear the way that there is a significant intentional pattern of those plastic dance shoes that was beginning to revergate above or against the buildings surrounding up against where he was coming from, his ears parked up as he snapped over the puffy twist of his eyes and barbitoids the extension of where he could hear the way that there was at the very least of powder and one must be in a handful of some sort of living being that had those tap shoes that were now beginning to a vegetate up over from the ground, and echoing up against the noise from the side of the walls that came over from what was left over from the still passing down, and the exhausted concrete that was now begin to filter itself down and was falling down up from every side of Barbara from the bottom of what was left of the other side of the walls.

He looked over with in his cautious question, and slowly he began to feel the way that the mouse woman began to gradually release her arm from where it had so stiffly pressed out in front of him to control him a moment before. her body gradually began to straighten up as she looked over with a deep intensity but none of a surprise, as that sound of the flickering of the plastic tap shoes up against each other began to continue in a versitate up over towards the hallway in front of the boat with them. Bojack and his eyes wide and Desi snapped it over towards the side of the mouse women again as he opened up the dry exhausted nature of his tone with the intention of wine to be able to speak to her again, although what he would speak he couldn't even begin to imagine, and he was speaking to become more overtaken a distracted by that sound of the flickering extension of the pattern of the top plastic shoes that were onto the edge of the ground that now seemed as if it was becoming loud or, more firm within its intention, and with its noise, as he slowly begin to step his way back from the behind the mouse entirely, they're going to become more caught up arbitrage is curiosity of the sound of her to take barbitoid the walls more than anything else, as his eyes turned up while he began to hear the way that those plastic sounds of clip clear consistent pattern of dance now began to make the way firmly above against the edge of the Converse space of the destruction in front of them.

If you can see it this way of several different identical yellow dresses, all of which seems as if they were firmly spanned out and swaying above against the side but seem like the twist of several different white forms of legs are twisting up against that were clearly the possessor is over towards identical yellow plastic dance shoes that were reflecting and reveraging and vegetating against the ground beside each other as they talent will continuously begin to move out-as Bojack's eyes began to twist and contort over between every single which flash of dance, cuz I slashed it over between every single one I see began to see the way that there was a clear form of white bodies that were now twisting, so I can, and with both arms twisting out and dancing as the intersected and float up over between the movement of each other, with the dance of their toes and their twist over of their bodies and the contortion of their forms into such a specific grace, that as they can tell you to twist while they moved over towards it out of the space beside each other and began to move over into it seem like a perfected rhythm of the dance beside each other as they made their way out, that there was a queer clear rhythm of her and surround intention that came along with those white dancing flowing skirts and dresses displaying above between one other within their wonder as they twisted intersected insplayed up against another within their increased of bouncing up their shoes up against the ground, having up with seem like the most unexpected yellow flare of their bodies going to as they twisted and contorted and began it continuously make the way out and over towards the entrance of the space of the area in front of them to begin to project the way out and over between where they're white, and soft lathered left of bodies were beginning to sway from the left and right side over between a little intersection of their congestion up against one other, as there were words continue to let out sheepish noises, and the sounds of also calls out in a singing against whatever until it seemed like both an air of emotional dance of richness, as well as physical while they were splaying of dancing and containing stuff against one another within their increase projection while beginning to project into contort and this way their bodies out.

It was clear that it was all but interconnected sheepish dance, all of the sheep seeming as if they are dressed up into an identical form of the grooming up of their wool, as well as their plastic toes that was on their feet that could do to bounce top, perfectly balance a bond of their toes, and twisted as they begin intersect and bounce and even swirl and jumped up against one another, while they continued within their congestion of their aquatic crowd to begin to make the way out and over between the two sides of the left and rights the concrete walls that was still, with the occasional crack and sway up of the occasional fall of the concrete and if it's pinch and whatever towards the other continue to protect and swave then it's height and over onto the indifferent ground. they continued to rush their bodies forward up against another as they swayed called out, projected and knees the bodies forward as they twisted and continue to make the way out over within their increased collection of their words as they did so well they can do this way and to move their bodies forward collectively all the while as they did so, with such a specific dance and with such a movement in a live lane is that it was clear that not only had they practiced densely, but it was a matter of the certain kind of intensity that would have spoke of an air of something that spoke of a matter of what clearly, despite the amount of the bright air and of the dressing up both body and mind, that they are projecting their focus into such a way that had a certain kind of electric and centricity of brightness to it that was underneath a certain kind of fatal concentration that meant as if it was the matter of dignification of either life or death behind its meaning.

"What is-" his voice are probably cut off, as he looked over between what that soft hollowing extension of his curious breath that, and his voice caught up over towards his lips as he swallowed thickly of all he saw the way that to that bright form both their energy and bodies was now so overcome with the tapping of the feed, the collection in the dance of their bodies that he have now had no choice but to simply allow the wonder of admits and since intensity and if it's demand overcome and messy observe them. The mouse seemed as if she was also vaguely paralyzed over towards her own curiosity as she looked in between them but, it seemed as if she had the very least had recognized and had since this enough that she was able to recognize it before and rather than being shocked or surprised, was only caught a profit towards her deep focus as she looked over between the dance of that cluster of their bodies that seemed as if they're formed into a specific degree of their own crowd and collection handful, never moving or stepping out of foot as if it was demanded of them to be able to make sure that they could perform and meet a perfectly within the deep detriment of their focus and projection of performance. It was only after a moment that the sheep and their dance going to and the intersected collection of its own made inside of each other in their movement, eventually began to move the body forward so that she could use herself forward as she turned her eyes sharply for Bojack to begin to follow. Although his hands were troubled at Barbara against his bombs as he looked over between where he could see the way that they continue to dance the way within their collection of both calling out singing, cheering and of swaying, he began to slowly, with his body crawled and in ears lower down turn his eyes are barbitoid slee mouse says he tentatively began to follow her, until she began to lean her body up against the side of the concrete wall that still had that blasting up of both falling over disintegrated construction of both concrete as well as the contortion the cracks up against it issue in the herself besided and waited for the dancing sheep and the twirling of their bodies going to the twisting and the excitement of the rise to begin a pass above it between her body as she pressed it firmly beside the wall, and indicated sharply for BoJack to follow us she did so, and his hands were pressed up against the tentative nature of his body, his eyes curled as he looked over to her and certainly but, hesitantly did he not over towards her as he kept his hands pressed above towards the cool of the concrete coming feeling the way that it was blast and it is such a way that it felt as if it was a sad of disintegrating dust more than anything else as his hands press firmly against it while he trembled

His eyes turned within their mania of his own curiosity coming has he saw the way that they continue to twist and twirl, their voice is called out as it seemed as if despite the fact that they're performing to the extent of someone that seems if it had the threat of death underneath it, that they were still calling out and swinging and battering up against another way that it seems as if there was a genuine joy to some degree behind their performance and of the focus of it. He breathed teeth, his eyes caught a barbitories is shock as he going his eyes above between them and saw the weight of the container move with their dance in front of his expression, and he swallowed thickly as he did so as he saw the way that slowly within their singing and songing and battering coming that they were slowly beginning to span out from the entrance of the two congested falling down public rate, as they split up from the left side and over towards the right as they begin to spoil out onto either side of the entrance, and now seems as if they're beginning to flood into a specific dance into smaller groups, beginning to dance and trip as they begin display out and over between several different areas between each layer of the buildings behind them and over between the extensions of where they begin display out, still battering and bang and calling out as they begin to make the way with a specific kind of dance of that yellow and don't between where there is that otherwise done smog what had existed before as they begin to rush the river between the small nature of the building is between their bodies.

His eyes twisted as he looked over towards with the deep ended question above towards any kind of direction of what the mouse would give him, by now he could feel almost all the overwhelmed from the contrast of what was clearly that bittersweet melancholic and ominous contrast between the force of celebration that came along with the culture surrounding them, as well as the way that they were attempting to try to be able to appease and to amend the universe as best if they were able to and the whatever way they could. The mouse woman, aware of the fact that Bojack was turning his unsurprisingly overwhelmed extension of response to it, snapped her eyes over with a soft indication of Barbara towards the sky that was just barely seen over towards of lasted out buildings of the concrete.

His eyes snapped up as he followed over towards her direction-and he gave up a small hitch of his own question of his exhaustion as he swallowed and looked at Barbara towards were right next to where there was that blowing tent of the elephant and of its focus over towards the buildings there was gradually another one that seemed as if it was that Saint made of that same Halloween greenish yellow skin that was still that being protective as it was built up to flow up against it and over between the space of the sky surrounding the bar against the two of them. The flowing of it in the tent of the age of the way of its skin was easing it for against the sky, and the other one made it the same material with that same sense of flabby stitch work was beginning to float at the side of the, made up of what seem like something that was beginning to first jump over towards would seem like a fairly clear body of something that would have represented a fully animalistic form of now a sheep that was coming up against it similar to those that were dancing except for their full a dignification of their human psychology that was begin address them up as a gradually begin to flow, with some of the skin splattering up over through the wind, as it seemed as if with both of them being led above her like bullet balloons that are parade they were swaying up, anything from the left and right side as they did so alternative over and into the floating of the air against each of each other as they did so well exploded up and overthrew the sky in front of the two of them.

"How many do you have? How many planets did you kill?" Breathlessly did you turn his eyes over towards the side of the mouse woman, whose eyes were no fully and until me and almost to a studying degree looking over between the two floating forms that were now rising far but by the city buildings against before they have been leveraged up within their rope. But she said nothing more, her eyes flickering down in front of her into a soft thought, and she cleared her throat as she rolled up her shoulders and then indicated for Bojack to follow, and although he swallowed thickly looking over at her with his bittersweet melancholy he nodded as he began to follow with a soft palette, and began to look over towards where she kept her body low and cautious as she began to rush away down and over between the two falling down concrete dusted buildings, and his body using down as his ears lower to begin to follow her frantically above between where she was clearly trying to best her navigate towards where there was now more of what he would have expected considering the situation, the low emptiness of the air that was surrounding up against it, with nothing but an ominous sense of it seem like a distant whisper of a whaling from something that was both from the energy of the desperation of the culture, as well as the air of the space that was surrounded against him within its emptiness so she began to reach herself firmly and quickly over towards the other side of where the blasted up left and right side of the concrete begin to give back out in it forwards the pathway that would leave over towards the city buildings again.

"I'll take you over to somewhere where they can actually spend time trying to be able to worry about you. I don't know for sure about who that's going to be because it's been a long time since we've been able to have a harvest of a different planet. And, frankly every time we do it there's no guarantee that the universe isn't going to spite us down if it decides that it's disgusted enough of it that it wants to try to be able to take us for everything that we're worth anyway. We're trying to do the best that we can and it seems like the parade is about as good and as well performed as much as it ever is or as much as we could ever hope for it to be."

BoJack didn't respond, knowing that he could only go along with that since it performance as much as he can manage. Rather than it sound reached out suppressive over beside the wall, and his expression was thought about towards his paralyzation is he did so as he looked over frantically while he tried his best to goddge over towards what was left especially considering the massive drug over of the planet, whatever it was that would be left over towards a city in front of the panic of his expression as he looked over her shoulder, swallowing thickly as he did so as he hitched his breath and looked over towards the side where he could see the way that several of the buildings from the tops were destroyed, as he is expected

"if culture is so used to dry camp the planets, do you just destroy your buildings every single time?"

"Hey." He reached out at Santa Barbara beside the mouse woman as she began to step away forward with the intention of making her way quickly a barber towards the other side where it seemed as if the standing out of the various different torn down, have destroyed buildings were waiting up over towards both of their perspectives. She paused, and her eyes turned as she looked over him with a flash of her own pain, complex as much as would have been expected over towards whatever kind of amount of complication and corruption she had gone through up until that point to make her believe that moving forward within the destruction as to the way that she was was the only way to be. There was an impatience that Glenn at a barber towards her eyes as she turned her head up looked over the side and, her expressions still it, aggravated, that she looked over him with a quick model challenge and waited for him to speak-although there was a sense of it was a clear needed impatience that she looked him over with a quick edge of a light mark to barf against arise as she blamed over at him with that deep detrimental sickness of what she knew and understood all too well whether he wanted to or not, as complicated and as detrimental as much as to be expected within it.

"You're going to take me to try it and make it so that I'll use my humanity, whatever it is that I have left to give you, for the rest of the culture. That's it?"

Them outside of lake Of impatients in her eyes but she snapped her expression upward and over towards the dancing goats and of the splaying up of the dresses and of their bodies, and her eyes flash back over towards him within that same depth amount of severe impatience that she looked over at him with a courage and impatient not as she did so.

"As long as this holds up, the distraction, the ability of asking if we can try to be able to bang for the universe to have any kind of sense of gentleness for us so that we can go forward and do this, and as long as we have a sense of respect with what we do and the clear understanding, yes,. There's no guarantee for any of it to happen, and even still, we have to be able to do what we can because there's no other choice. The only other choice outside of defeat and have despair is negativity and eventual, and death, and I can't allow myself to buy into that, nobody here can. And with the way that you are acting I can tell that in your own way that you made it this far because if you went by the same philosophy."

"So if you decided to be able to let me go, maybe saw that there wasn't anything-"

'You're ours now." Her voice was blunt and straightforward and she snapped her eyes and cleaned it up over to beside bojang, and his ears lowered back as his eyes snapped over against her a methodically and she did so, and there was a deep sharp edge of violence that came along with her sudden Mark that came along with her sense of a want of control I should spoke over with such a steep, and of an end deniable insistence as she snapped her eyes apart from beside him without another question or a word in regards to that slight softness, which I mainly just been propelled over by panic, that it taken her with the way that she and looked over at him with what seemed like I've been a leverage only from the fact that she had been fearful and insecure a moment before, now taken over towards a deep insistence as her eyes flashed up against him, or I snapped over against a side of the edge of his body as he looked over there with that deep melancholy as he began to feel the way that is in a heart flipped over with his edge of deep and despair again as he looked over towards the way that her eyes cleaned up against him with that deep edge of insistance grimed up against her eyes. There was clearly something inside of her that spoke of a larger sense of a vast lack of control, and of a deep disorientation that came along with it as she spoke but, as her eyes flashed up against him, she rolled up her shoulders, and sent out her had to borrow it to the side, and indicated for him sharply to begin to follow, and, with her hands flickering out over beside the gun as she pressed her fingertips beside the trigger, he looked over towards her, and feeling that flip into sense of that mania inside of his mind of what to do or how to do it, if anything, he knew that there was no time to be able to offer himself any kind of gentleness towards the fact so he snapped his eyes a barber towards a woman, gave her a glimmer of a gentle exhausting of an edge of his eyes, gave up a soft breath, and snapped as he began to follow where she began to rush away down and up over towards a place when she when she tore her eyes away from him, but not before she gave him a deep sharp glare for expression, and one that was deep and brought it enough for that BoJack's fingertips pressed over beside his palms, even though he abrasively wanted to grab a bar on the side her shoulders, the step is way back, to have any sense of his own clear of guidance of any kind of defines of what he possibly could have managed at all. But for the time being he only gave her a firm, stoics don't look of his expression, and he could see the way that with that violence inside her eyes that there was no room for her to fight against her.

Her eyes flipped with a certain kind of emotion when she realized that he was using his hands back within compliance, and then she twisted her eyes firmly back over towards where there was the several different buildings, all of which were knocked down, and, as BoJack turned his eyes above towards the top of the fog of the blue sky in front of him he could see the way that there was a gradual turn of several different voices glaring up over between the space of where they called out to one another as their voices raised and called up, and briefly he could see the way that there was even several ropes, although they were outside of his own personal site for the time being, being swallowed up over between the phone taking them and tell him within the swing up of their direction seemed as if they are lost entirely over and in between the grave fog, although briefly he could see the way that there is that gleaming toe and if the light that had come out of it, poking out over from the fog and that looked over towards his uncertain eyes as he saw on the very same line that causes heart to become flippant over within his own curiosity, has his ears perked up with the sound stoic intention for a moment does he looked over to where he could see it teasing through the fog.

"You seem to be smart enough that you know what you can be capable of and what you can't. Rather than fooling yourself or going around into some sort of narrative that you could do anything else differently. It's that wisdom that got you here in the first place, and it's wisdom that'll manage to be able to give you at least a little bit of clarity so that you won't make a complete fool out of yourself with what comes ahead."

His expression was somber, but accepting, and he gave her a slight glare of his own eyes while he twisted his eyes above her beside her, his ear is lowered back as his expression was firmly stadly turned up as he turned or with that thought flick her up against his expression as he saw that she began to duck her head down, and quickly began to rush away over across the valley while she did so, sweeping yourself over through the gray heavy misted fog as she did so. He pressed his lips together, somberly closed his eyes for a moment as he gave a soft troubled breath as he gave us sober and ease of a grunt of his eyes, and then flicked his expression of barba towards the woman as he, while turning his eyes from one side and over towards the next of the empty fog of the valley, the tripped over his feet as he hesitantly begin to follow her.

"You're the one that's making very clear that I don't have any other choice except to do what you think of what be best, the only thing of what I can do. I can't imagine why you would think that I would suddenly have it in me to try to go against that one that's the only narrative that you've told me time and time again."

"I can tell that you're wise enough, that you're smart enough, maybe on a universal standpoint even if it's deeply uncomfortable that even you and even within your defiant seem to be aware of it towards what matters and what doesn't. What's going to lead to something worth fighting for, versus what doesn't. It's an admirable trade, one that you shouldn't be shy on harboring, but regardless-I can only hope and trust that you will actually manage to be able to stay within it and not get caught up over towards the lies of anything else that what's telling you,"

"Nothing is telling me anything. The only thing that I know is that this is what I need, it's what I feel, and if I don't make gone a chance to be able to grow myself up over and on to that nail-"

"It's already been decided. You're fate. Maybe you don't realize it yet, but it's been so clear that the universe thinks of you and what it wants to do with you. You can think of yourself as negatively or as abrasively and you can destroy yourself from turn and and turn out as much as you would like, it's very clear that the decision has been made." The mouse spoke bluntly as she turned her has a pervert a Bojack on the her expression going up over within her defines as she did so as she flicked her eyes a barber towards him. He paused, his voice got a perva towards his breath this is eero sword back while he looked up Barbara towards where she turned her eyes a perpetuids the side of his expression. His ear is flipped back as he looked over at her, and he wanted to speak of something of a defines up against her body but as she turned and looked over towards him, it was clear that there was something inside of her that had a certain both a threat to it, but of a certain knowledge that she genuinely believed to what she spoke come and that she believed and leaned into it in full. There was a depth of there, led to def isolated unseen depth of what he related to or that he could understand all too deeply, as he gave up a hitch when I looked over towards her while he was sword back, letting go to soft swallow as he did so as he looked over towards where her eyes were blamed over towards that deep complacency not defiance and at the same time her own defeat, that clearly she was begging him to come along with herself-both for her own fear, as well as her own defeat all at the same time.

'I'll take you over towards one of the buildings where they're outside of the realm of the turtle. We need to be able to make sure that we can follow in that we can keep over towards its entrance as much as we're able to, and it's not very often we have when we have something that is so remarkable as much as that's that it's worth being able to follow to the extent that we do. No matter how sickly you feel now, I promise you that once we manage to be able to intersect over towards that desperation that you may feel even if you don't realize it, that need, that we eventually can do all that depth gum all that torment of that exhaustion, and we can fully take you and use it into something that would use that dormant into something worthwhile. For as long as you're in this culture, and as long as it's clear that the universe does not want to keep you here, you're going to feel that same suffocated spiritual misery. I can see the way they're even carried on your skin. Can't imagine how painful it is"

"You don't see your recognize anything of what I carry, actually." His voice was defiant as it is a perfect against the soft edge of his rust word, finally having the dignity of a little bit of anger and of defense as he spoke over towards the mouse, she only gleaned her eyes above towards him with a son ease of what seemed like a sharp teasing, and then continue to make a way over towards the various different fogs surrounding a barber towards the two of them as she scuffed over itself across the landscape. He could feel a deep dread that was inside the minimally as he forced himself to fall now, even though he felt nothing but defines and complacency, and anger and disorientation that was surrounded above her against his mouth, but as a size turned up over between the various different buildings, with nothing except for the whisper of the fallen concrete and a nothing else for the time being as his hands pressed to begins his palms as he looked over between every single one, and did he begin to realize that to the place in general seemed as if he was fairly abandoned, and completely devoid and deprived of any significant life, and his highest twisted as a gift but soft somber brat, and turned his eyes above towards the mouse as he tripped his over his feet come in giving up small hitches of his breath as he continued to rush his way forward along with her, knowing that for the time being coming the easiest way of having any chance for any kind of clarity would be to follow her.

"Stay here, right underneath the concrete, I have to do what I can to try to be able to warn them of the fact that I'm bringing you over here to begin with. They need to be prepared, and they deserve to be."

She paused underneath the side of a massive pillar of concrete, her hands reaching out as a pressed up over beside her phone as she did so she pulled it out. The flippancy as well as the disorientation, the uncertainty and the fear that was in BoJack on the increased, but he began to let it solve breadth as he rushed himself aside or impressed his body before against the pillar next to her, His better sweet eyes turned up as he did so while they looked up over towards where he could see the increase sense of where there was still that wailing illuminated heavy weight that was turning above towards the gray fox rounding up over against his eyes. His ear is lower than it, his eyes turn up as he saw the way that it continued to move abroad towards his expression, and he give up a soft lure of a serious as a gift was not followed her breath looking at provertards were began to move up over towards his body but the shadow dancing up over against the front of his eyes as he ducked himself down, both fearful and desperate interact over within it at the same time, but for the time being knowing that there was no chance except to accept the inherent separation that came from it for the time being. His hands rather instead pressed up over and beside his eyes, wincing as he did so, as he saw the way that with that quick shriek and the whaling did it begin to turn as a twist of bargains the form of his expression until he could see the way that the flickering illuminated light began to dissipate over against the front of his own desperate eyes entirely it from where he claimed his expression out, you're so we're back and eyes turned up right as he saw the way that it began to disappear for towards the illumination of the swarm entirely as a big end to sweeping forward itself away from the movement of where it was still being called out from the occasional way all that came up from those that were trying to guard it.

On the other side of that particular large building that had initially separated them to begin with today begin to hear what was a particularly blasted a form that was on the other side of the building, and even though it was blasted mostly, he could barely see anything of those dancing goats and of sheeps and had initially been projected out within their summoning to begin with. His ear is parked up, and the breath left his throat as he did so as his eyes flickered up, and his ears turned down right as he began to hear the way that there was a sudden boom that can't borrow from the side of where he could hear the way that there is that several different would seem like celebrated music chanting, dancing and of narration that was kind of borrowed from the sheep that initially made their way over through their dancing and of their routine to begin with. His ears flew back as he did send, his eyes flickered a barber towards itself sparkled uncertain defense as he rolled up his shoulders and gave us soft and breath hearing the way that there was a solved chanting for a moment that seemed as if it was in response over towards that said I'm blaring that came over from the implosion to begin with, with a zero zorbot, his voice hitch does he kept his eyes turn it forever towards where he could sense that there was a solid quietude within the celebration between the sense of it that had existed for a moment of.

There was a loud and abrasive call, one that seemed as if it was commanding a proper towards its need of its own focus and of its command that begin to drench up over towards the space and above the horizon. There was another sound would seem like a blast, and several different focuses of what seemed like a deep silence that came over from where there had been those dancing forms of those goats and sheeps and the yellow of their dress the moment before, a deep tension, a subs and so it seems like anticipation, and then, with another column with the shout that sounded as if it was some sort of blowing extension of a bullet or something sooner, did he hear the way that there is a blasting up over between the sky and coming and his eyes flipped further as he closed his eyes as he curled his body and and twisted his body back, and then her the way that there was another blast and fall, a distant shriek of the various different sheep, and would seem like the blasting of what seem like something that's felt as if it was both muddled fog, bulletin polluted air, as well as an increased friendship of itsumica defeat over towards a celebration that had tried to be able to dance and do have intersected itself over between within its focus a moment before within that was perfectly curated and performative sheep.

His eyes widened, and without even quite meaning to did he snap his expression abruptly above her beside the mouse woman come out who had a phone beside her ear, her body lean back as she did so as she spoke over towards a deep quick and of her own concern and her insistence of barbitoids the other side of the reciprocation that made a tone. She could clearly sends the sudden command and the difference that came over from the blast of the various different tones from the way that she was speaking beside the phone-her eyes flipped over towards and for a moment, her body was curled in as her hands was trembling up over besided, until, with a role of his shoulders and a quick flick of her eyes, and with her expression turning up with more fear more than she led on did she begin to flick her hands up against it as she pulled it underneath them edge of the brown of her room. Bojack could hear the way that there is him more blast, and they looked up over within a shot, his breath coming to preparatory his mouth he could see the way that there was blasts of bombs and of smog that now begin to dance as it plaster up over against the fog of the air, his ear is lowered back, his expression caught a barber towards his panic as he looked over to it, and his eyes flashed over attentively beside the mouse as he saw the way that she began to take her hand away from the side of the phone entirely come up her eyes turn up into a somber acceptance of knowledge, even as she did not speak it directly, as she turned her eyes so I'm really above towards her she could see the way of that to the black fog had been blasted up and danced across the edge of the front of the gray sky in front of her. A solved knowing began to overcome her expression as she told her to her eyes and looked over beside it, something that spoke of a certain kind of knowledge of dread, and to an extent would almost seemed like the want of being out to deny it as her eyes flashed a barbiturates where she could see the way that there is a sudden blast of that dirty plaster and the implosion of it that took over towards the front of her expression, her eyes dim with what samicketting zone of her own disparagement for a moment as she saw the way that it blew up and over against the cross of the valley in front of her and across the already dusted down concrete buildings taking her eyes.

"We should go." Her voice was quick, tentative, and sober and on edge as she told her it down and began to make her lay down I thought the landscape, bojang's eyes wine and his ears parked up as he trying to speak over a breath of protest but, hearing the way that she spoke with such a straightforward and with would seem like an almost non-existent insistence or any capability of being able to protest, did he simply allow his words to launchborough towards his throat, and he swallowed thickly, hands pressed over beside his palms as he began to quickly fall her down and screw it up or beside where she began to make a way across the rest of the concrete fallen buildings, quickly as much as she was able to although the caution in her eyes, the deep projection if it come out the despair of the camp begins to an expression as she could f*** her eyes a barbitoid's a blown up fog and of itself made ears or about, his eyes turnip over towards her within his sound question as he continued to follow her over against and across the few spaces of the buildings as he followed her across and the dusted landscape.

"Is everything okay?" He wasn't really asking to be curious, but more so because he knew that to some degree it would help him to be able to navigate about how much freedom he had to try to be able to find an escape, or of any kind of routine or practice at all. He could see the way that her shoulders rolled underneath the trembling up of her own rooms, the way that she kept her hand turned down and she began to rush away firmly above against the landscape as quickly as much as she was able to without another word, her eyes get flashing with a deep uncertainties thrashed or against her expression as she turned her eyes up over between where she could see the way that there was the occasional blast, the violence, and the snap up over towards the end of her direction, her shoulders kept raising up, and her eyes twisted up with the surprise snapping up over against her features as she gleaned her eyes at birth towards where she could see the way that there was more blasphem more of what seemed like a frantic demand of call out, more of a connection over towards that they increased disparagement of the sound that needs itself within its increased insistence as it crazed above against the area, her body was curled in, her expression snapped up right as she did so, and it was clear as Bojack looked over at her within his somber questioning that she was more caught up in fearful, and more affected more than she wanted to be able or perhaps could admit, her eyes were snapped up, her shoulders curled in, then her hands troubled up bargains the gun that it seemed as if she was just barely into any kind of state that she would have been able to firmly keep grouped up against her palm as she can do to keep her head down and rush away across the landscape.

By now, BoJack knew for a fact that things were going far from whatever it was that they needed or wanted to be able to keep themselves as collected in a satisfied as much as they needed to be able to be, his own eyes raised up, his pupils small, his breath caught a perforatorances mouth as he did so at Citi of a small increasingly more fearful hitch, and continue to follow her over towards the emptiness of the landscape of which was entirely abandoned for the time being were previously there had been cars, policemen security guards, as he continued to follow and to rush after a fully for the sake of pandering over towards a person that he hoped would be able to give him some sort of direction or from land through so that he could keep himself grappled up over and on to the turtle, or some kind of direction towards it, best as he would have been able. Although his heart was flipping up Barbara towards a deep exhaustion and exertion of fear, his eyes black and popped and bloodied underneath his expression he continued to follow her despite that deep suffocation of his depression and of his unknowing, the fear that took him come out His ears lowered back as his eyes fault hadn't hitch as he gave us out some her breath and continued to force himself to follow, another bittersweetly, as desperately as you could behind the mouse woman as she kept telling her head firmly over for Bojack to continue to follow, and decides for tentative but accepting as he nodded over towards her with a soft trembling breath and continue a trip over his feet to follow her guidance across the landscape.

Her hands was trembling up over beside the phone and he could see the way that her fear was waiting up against her. There was yet more blown fog, more black, and that chanting in the parading of what had happened over with those dancing sheep that had been together a moment before, all them of what had seen delicately female, now gone over towards a chilling distilled quiet. He didn't dare to so much as evening as to ask about what occurred or why is he continued to follow within his bittersweetness over beside the woman, who continue to keep her head down in her eyes focused over to nothing except for keeping herself towards where it seemed like, at although at least a mile or two away there was a cluster of other buildings waiting for them to intersect and become a part of it. His eyes flicked a barbiturates are within the somber edge of the bittersweetness of his expression, his eyes tilted up as a zero sore back will be continued to follow her up across the space as best as much as he can manage, his eyes are faltered up, ears lowered back as his expression was twisted firmly over towards where he could see the way that there was only a handful of buildings that had been wrecked over towards the depot and the command that had come along with pulling the turtle for their forward. He swallowed, twisted his eyes I borrowed towards a woman that he gave up a song for acceptance of a breath as he continued to follow her across the gray of the vlog of the space until she finally rushed away over towards where she could make her myself aside another canvon of a space where there was still the more of that was bird in a gradually more broken concrete, but she snapped herself up against it come up press to palms up against it firmly, and twisted her eyes over to BoJack with a quick somber extension of her own insistence that she indicated from to come back beside her.

He stepped his way forward to try to become a part of her and her silence, but he paused for a moment, his ears lowered back as he looked over at her somberly as his breath God above towards his own dry throat does he looked her over with a soft challenge puffing up against his eyes as he gleamed his eyes over towards her. Her body began to press over against the side of the buildings, and she turned her eyes over towards him with an increased extension of her own panic as she twisted her expression over for him to come to stay aside or she kept her body firmly into against it, and fairly quickly and desperately.

"You need to tell me what's happening." His voice was coming out into a soft but trembling and earnest tone, and his ears are back as he looked over towards her as he began to duck his head down so that he could find himself squirreled away over towards where her body and pressed don't over against the walls, and her hands going up over against the back of the emptiness, and her eyes flashed over into it seemed like something that was almost too occupied to be able to respond at least for the moment, when he spoke over his words even within his defying spirit He crawled his down body up against her as he began to lean as he pressed himself down up against the side of that slight hitting concave of that space as he flicked his eyes a big towards her but then his own insistence, her eyes were caught up, her voice faltered up over with her and certainty as she snapped her head over to the side, her eyes dim and uncertain and faltered as she looked over towards the end of the space of what it seemed like the several different miles before they would get themselves eventually over towards the building surrounding a profit towards their guidance. She and lost any kind of sense of dignity, any sense of bossiness or a pride, her eyes were instead firmly filled it up over towards would seem like a deep homeless tornal extension of her unknowing as she snapped her eyes, and with her expression lowered and uncertain, over towards the space of where there was a couple more feet to go before they could even come close to where they needed to be over towards what seems like the very few buildings that hadn't been completely destroyed by their messy but would seem like earnestly desperate and dragging of the turtle through where they were going to evidently harvested for whatever was they could get.

"The parade may not be having the full sense of its success the way that we would have thought. It's a little bit of a catch every single time, every time we attempt to come at every time we try, and there's no guarantee that it'll actually work out, if ever at all. From the way that it sounds-"

There was another blast that came up over beside the left and the right side of the concrete buildings, and it was clear that she was full of a pain more than she knew what to do with that she kept her body suffocated in as she called a body and word, Bo Jackie the sound of breath as he could hear the way that there is that violin shown of shoots, and yet if yet still several different more callouts in commands and blasting up over against the side of the space of where they're shooting up against the front of the sky again, his ears are back as he snapped his eyes upward with the sound and your breath, as he looked over towards very good see the way that the black was increasing, and although he did not see any wounded she directly trying to still mother way out over from where they had been over at the entrance, he still felt it deep, disoriented sense of his own since suffocation, his dread, just from taking in the violence that was taking forever towards a better sweetness of his eyes while he turned and looked over towards or it was blasted up within its pollution above towards the front of his eyes.

"What do you think?" He swallowed the glue, giving up a quick hedge of a breath that he looked over beside the mouse woman. He didn't know what he meant by the question but he's certainly knew that he had plenty too much of a desperation and of affair within him to not ask, and at the very least, try to be able to offer him any kind of navigation of guidance of that of what she could get. her eyes were flickering up over towards with a sense of defense orbit towards his question, her and turnip over to the side as she did so as her eyes were maulded up or it's a deep and disorientation of suffering that was just up against her form before she could respond-Rather instead and did it seem as if, whether she admitted it or not, her own fear and her disorientation, the edge of the disparagement of the way that she felt was overcoming more than she knew what to do with, she was breathing heavily, their hands pressed to borrow beside the walls, the DP of her breath coming up within herself as she kept her eyes flickered and twistered down for a moment rather than even so much of attempting to speak a proper towards the rasp was throat does he turn and looked over at her desperately. He reached out of sans, although none for his own thought of any kind of genuine clarity, but simply for the sake of doing it out of some sort of sheer amount of desperation that he held with an income of as he reached out his palms and trust apart against his eye for trembling hands pressed to Barbara against the wall. her eyes flashed up as she turned she looked over towards him first with a defiance on instinct, and then with a soft, lower it or it look, seeing as if it was a perfect backdrop over towards where there was a consistent since other call the command, the increased violence of which BoJack and also clearly here that was going to borrow from the blasting the twist, and the turnover and from the black the sky that switched itself over towards the sky taking barb against their increased and would seem like something that was clearly a sense of deep filtered and unapologetic violence.

"It's never happened before." Her eyes were bad as she barely managed to speak it over towards the breath but Bojack looked over at her, and then softly gave a knot a sequeline his eyes up against her come in wanting to be able to offer if nothing else a little bit of guidance of his understanding as he gave a quick uncertain but extensive not as he looked over against her, her breath still coming out frantically she did so she continued to roll her shoulders against the cross of the kissing of the gradually despairing concrete that took them. she swallowed a thickly, her eyes flicker it and falled her down, and then twisted her head even as there was another abruptive blast, and snapped her eyes over to Bojack frantically I should reached up her hands and pressed it up against him, his ears lowered back cuz his eyes put tilted up as he looked over towards where she frantically indicated for him to follow, even though it was clear that she was on the verge and would seem like an edge of someone that could admittently barely focus on much of anything except for their despair, or the very least common something that spoke of a deep turn of something that would not manage to be able to have any kind of sense of its own self reassurance far from anytime soon. "Come on, then."

"You think that it's a good idea to go through with all this coming even with all this happening? Do you really think you're going to have any kind of sense of control? Do you even know exactly what it is that's destroying the parade? It could be the universe, it could be an agent of the universe, it could even be something that may be even the universe doesn't know about at this point. We don't know, and it's the mysteriousness of us not knowing, that's part of the reason why it's so impossible to continue to go after it and to accept it, right?"

His voice was coming out to a trembling extent, but he could genuinely feel the way that his words were easing out against his throat within his own shock towards the fact that he was having to navigate up over towards a complication of the system, and of the dread that was surrounding both the culture as well as the one that he was entrapped within, and his unknowing as to whether or not he would have it within him in terms of being able to cope within it. She paused, as she turned her hand down, and it was clear that her hands were still trembling firmly above against the gun as she told to her eyes back, but you turned her head over the side of Bojack's shoulder as she looked over at him with would almost seemed like a game of her own pity, though mostly it was just stringed up into a deep suffocated fear of something that had long since reached to deep complication, as her eyes fell into it as she looked over against him, and then quickly indicated for him to come over with her, though she spoke no word except to have that sound pain flickering up against her eyes as she did so. although BoJack have thought about trying himself over through the emptiness of the valley in front of him, over between the borderline abandoned and the now destructive building surrounding him, to try to attempt to find his own by no matter how deeply or how difficult it was or how much it would have heard, I'm part of him new by now that there is no wisdom in that, and that there never would be, and that would be a waste of time to display try to find something of what she knew that didn't exist-at least not here, and not on the way that he wanted it, nor that it was likely that it ever would.

"Fire! To town!"

A particularly bloody to come up and a violent voice begin to raise up over towards where the dancing sheep, and of their dresses had been splung a perpet towards you to the space. bojang's eyes widen, any felt the way that is spreadlocked above towards his throat as he raised his body up, his eye is hitch does he turn his expression forward as he began to hear the way that with the voice calling out and thrashing a barber towards a space there was a sudden projection of would seem like destruction that now began to overcome the various places of where there had been those tense moment before. The tent, of which in Bo Jackson neronicism and I was uncertainty he could only just remember, began to flick with that soft focus of its own shot over towards Bojack's he snapped his expression upward, voice hitched up as he looked over towards where, for some reason to a surprise He could see the way that those flapping skins of those anamorphic animals and of their shoes were still sweeping up over towards the sky in front of him. His eyes turned up, bulging as he looked over towards where there was already that grotesque nature of the architecture split up and soon up against one another, although it was already clear that their bodies were beginning to display into hitch as it seemed as if whatever kind of just a barely focused party that had managed to be able to put them over now into the ground that they were slow they've been getting to become increasedly more unhinged, swaying from one side and over towards the next door between the black fog that was now interrupting and gradually beginning to mold itself over within a deep interruption of pollution and over towards the sky between them, along with the violence of shouting, one of the command, and of the increase sense of their own complication of violence of the narrative that was happening underneath that shout of what was occurring between where it continued to be blasted and called it over towards the extension of where that chaos was happening.

"Have you ever been invaded before?" His voice almost felt like an afterthought, and even he could sense just how ridiculous I was to be able to speak it as he snapped his eyes over towards the side of the mouse, she kept her body crawled in without speaking a word as she tripped over her feet, and quickly begin to latch as she pulled herself down and barber towards the ground as best as quickly as much as she was able without another word. Her body was curled in over towards a sweeping over of the edge of her dress, which was becoming more torn over towards the detriment of her own uncertainty and if her own desperation as she rushed herself over and beside the floor. Although he could feel nothing except for a deep to spawn instead of his own uncertainty, borderline suspicion now over towards her he knew that he had no choice but to be able to follow a special with the violin spirit by now, she almost seemed as if she wasn't capable of being able to properly respond, her body was crawled in and it was clear that she was in over her head with a deep sense of despondence of despair, twisting her body back as she did so without another word as she began to rush away up over against where there was a couple more aisles broken down buildings and if otherwise without speaking in other word as she rushed herself up over between them with her body pulled above against the timid form of her fragility. Only hesitantly and after a moment at BoJack find it within himself to begin to follow her, as he could feel that flip in nature inside of his heart, and up with his eyes twisting as he saw the way that the swaying of the rope in front of him which was only teasing him every now and then as he flicked his eyes a perpetuates are within his both curiosity and more but we are, seemed as if it was the only thing that would have suggested the struggle that was happening from those that were on the outside continuously doing what they couldn't and trying to be able to bring over towards had humanity power, and eventual hope, of what they were so convinced nothing needed to keep themselves protected.

"Come along and inside, underneath, the invasion, right now, we keep going, we'll do it, we can do it, just keep going!" The voice continued to call up as his voice raised out and hitched a profit towards the edge of the air, his voice thrashed up as he did so, and BoJack could only feel a deeper flipping sense of a deep fear now of his lack of uncertainty, and it was lack of knowledge enough that he found that he no longer cared about any clarity of what he could have possibly have presumed of had, he could only keep his eyes focused up over beside the woman as he continued to follow her, only grateful at least to some degree that the blasting over of bullets come at the turnover their bodies, the way that there words were hitched over then their weaponization was coming at the very least common untouchable over towards their own direction for the time being.

The more that the mouse won't get a wretch yourself further forward the more that you is crossing over towards several different streets buildings and of otherwise it seemed as if it was gradually beginning to lean itself over towards what seemed like a various different mainstream streets that would eventually lead up barba towards the recognizability of modern day streets and of otherwise that made up the city. They were both abandoned, dragged over near the fong for the time being but, at the very least common he was managing to follow her for other aparts the space of where she's keeping her head tuck down, her body twisted and turned from one side and over towards the next although there was no sign of cars, and clearly keeping herself firmly focused within a deep caution, and is aware of it towards the fact of the violence happening over towards the other side as much as could have been known as she continued to reach herself further above between her secret and disparaging and uncertain navigation.

The more they he followed her, and the more that he was aware of the black fog that was blasted from the outside, and the twist over of words in his own despair as he keeps I kept his eyes up against her even though he could feel the way that there was a crippling black fog overcoming him, That's more difficult it was to be able to focus over towards the clarity of following her to begin with. He could feel a deep sleepover of a black exhaustion that was crippling up against his body, the tripping over of the side of his eyes He came along with a blurriness in the disorientation of his eyes, of the black bitter sweetness that took him as he continued to rush himself up beside the tomness of her body. As he made his way across the street that was over between two fairly untouched city buildings, neither of them especially remarkable even within their day, seeming as if they suggested something of what it was a deep mundane today if they're barely survival before, he felt himself got a permit towards his own sense of caution in defense as he took over his feet, twisting his head up over to the side as he did so he looked over towards where the windows were blown out, seeming as if they had a certain kind of black mood of feeling inside of them a phone they from the way that there was that dead energy of defeat within them from her previously if only a little bit of a while ago, there must have been people that cared enough to try to be able to latch up over towards their meaning of humanity, now pulled away over from what seemed like the focus of the turtle at least for the time being, as he stepped his way back, and looked over towards where you could see you the way that the earringness of them blasted up in haunted, borderline mocked over towards anything of what he carried less than perfect.

"Over here!" The mail someone abruptly called out, and their voice trailing got over through the fog with enough for bow tag to snap his eyes abruptly back over towards her direction. His eyes f***** out as he turned looked over towards where she continued to call out, her voice arrange to perpet towards the end of the side of the space so she continued to raise other voice across the valley in front of her she did so while she waved her hand. Bojack gave up a sound protest although, stopping our horses breath, found that he had the nose significant reason or way of trying to be able to call out to her, you rather instead only felt a deep exhausted touch a minute of his own defeat by the time being, and of the sound of that incredibly splasting coming and a suffocated soft silence in the back of his head of his own disparagement that made him question him wonder about how much longer he had before he was caught purgatory as it was clearly that caution of violence that was being projected commanded on to the other side over the building. He found himself twisting his head up our beside where he can look over towards where there was that black fog twisting upright, tilting his head from one side and over towards the next as he saw him really love to see if there was anything happening on the other side with a black rays of the fog that would have made it so that he would have been able to understand her to see you anybody that was coming out, but for the time being there was nothing except for what you might those gradually increasingly more faltering tense in front of his eyes as they sway to borrow through the fallen, gradually began to contort and left as they followed on it begins to another while it slowly seems as if despite the best difference from those that were underneath them that they were gradually beginning to lose all connection as you're beginning to fall down and over and onto the ground. Bojack gave up a hit Jessie turn his eyes a bittersweetly apart from between where he could see the way that they are beginning to fail over towards their sweep against the fog of the space, snapped up right Emma as he looked over towards where it seemed as if the calling out, which was now faint especially compared to the blasting and the command that was happening otherwise, and the way that they're focus of perpet towards a blowing up the air was slow the beginning to be pulled down entirely into a state of non-existence, and it was clear that within the way that they're being pulled and contorted up against the side of the various different blasting and what ceiling the invasion come in that there was any unlikeliness that they would be saved from the way that they were slowly being destructed in pulled down and over and down to the ground.

"We're right here, right here!" His horror was interrupted only by the way that he could hear the mouse woman that was calling out abruptly Barbara from where she was rushing herself across the street. Botox words notched bar towards his throat as he swallow thickly, interrupted briefly from the way that he's now desires over, his eyes widen as he turned his eyes up over to where he could see the way that she was now began to rush away from labor towards aware she was raising her hands up over towards the several different anomorphic animals and humans that are rushing themselves a barbitoids where she was. Their eyes seemed cautious and their expression was melancholic and on offense as they rushed the way over towards where she began to use her hands it over between them quickly as she did so. Her feet were tripped over against herself but she continued to call out, until she brought their rushed away a barber towards where there was a lace a handful of them hoarding up against her, easing their palms of bar against her body as they did so as they caught to against her wisdom one side, and the other two gripping their palms up against her within their deep exhaustion of pity as he kept their hands pressed up against her within their focus of Rory. One of the men, a human man it turned his eyes up over to bojang, and there was a soft end of it because suspicious defense taking up against him as his eyes snapped apart against Bojack, a tremor up against his features as he looked over beside him as if within a warning. He turned his head down as he spoke something over towards the mouse woman who seemed as if she was now fully succumbing over towards her helplessness, now having the freedom to be able to latch it so far within its true despair and emptiness and wretchedness more than she was able to forget about before. Her body twisted in, their hands grappled up over towards each side of their palms as they looked over within their caution, she was letting out deep and engines of non-existent endless breath, breathing deeply and frantically she looked over between the measure I left it up over the side of her shoulder, clearly with the full extensive trying to be able to guide her attention to Barbara to BoJack, his eyes wide and, and he gave his own breath coming stepping his way back lightly as he did so that he looked over towards where several of those were surrounding their hands up against their bodies and the deep despair reform we're gradually twisted for twitching their eyes as he looked over towards her bojacks I explained as he looked over between them with a somber hitch of his breath, stepping back as he did so well looking over between them within the deep melancholy have his own uncertainty as he quickly gazed within his own uncertainty and disparagement his eyes over between them.

One of them spoke over towards a woman frantically, interested their hands up against her I should begin to quickly raise herself up with would seem like a small, melancholic but agreeable breath that she did so as she slowly begin to raise herself up from where she had fallen onto the ground. She gave one last acknowledgment over to BoJack, although he could not hear her words as her voice came out into it seemed like a soft breathless tone, flickering up over towards the deep red up against her eyes or it seemed as if those tears that had taken her before and I'll come back over towards full fledged force. BoJack seriously back as he looked around her with the vague defense, but then twisted his eyes over as he saw the way that the rest began to use our hands up against her as she tripped over her feet, and was guided up over towards where there was several other both female animals as well as women that turn to say looked over at her with their soft gentleness, reaching their hands up against her as he treble to bargains the middle part of her back, quickly guiding her up as frantically as much as they are able to and over it to the inside of the door as they talked over towards her frantically, deep extension of their own agreeability over towards their panic as they did so, turning their heads up over towards BoJack with a soft melancholic moment, but simply trying their best to focus over towards their deep desperation of their hands beside her as they began to rush and focused on pulling her over and inside one of the various different buildings that were not yet completely destroyed.

Bojacks ears flickered back as he's letting a somber breath while he tried to collect his own panic, and his eyes flashed up all I turned abruptly when he saw the way that there was several of the men that now began to walk the way over towards him within their question, their eyes seemed as if they were soft they followed it over within a deep flick of their own curiosity as they turn their eyes above her beside Bojack for a moment to come out One of them human, all of them dirty, several of them having those rooms around them, and twisting up with her eyes beside about another, foreign total that stood over and into a line in front of Bojack as they gleame the rise up against him. One snapped it said a perfect and side of this other companion, a peacock man come up with his hand stretched over against the rooms that was firmly drenched over against his body, his eyes tilting a permit towards him with a quick insistence from him to make his way over into the place of our Bojack was standing within his metholic, uncertain extension defense as his eyes flickered frantically and looked over between them come in wanting to be able to speak over some storms some sort of defense of protest, and knowing so little of how to be able to do so directly.

"You're BoJack Horseman?" The dirty man, whose skin was rather pale, stepped his way up Barbara towards him with the full glimmer that took up against his eyes as he looked him over. He only gave up a small faltered breath as he stepped his way back as his expression was somber and flickered as he saw the way that the man looked over at him with cautious He began to step his way up over towards him, and Bo Jackson's grappled over against his palms as he looked him over, and the only thing that he could manage for a moment was a soft pout of his breath that's he nodded over towards him currently in some really come up swallowing thickly as he did so well his eyes frantically twisted a barber towards where he could see the way not the woman was taken back for the time being. He flicked his eyes above towards an edge of an attempted offense as he twisted his eyes above towards where the man began to walk over towards him somberly, his words were God up at sea swallowed the lazy looked over at him, soft bridge on his breath as he stepped his way back, uncertainty and of a deep edge take him for a mom and as he did so as he tried to be able to figure out, through the chaos that was inside of his mind about what to do or how to do it, if there was anything at all.

"I don't-I'm not here for trouble, I promise. None of it. Believe me-"

There was a flick of a gun, as the man began to, it almost a harrowing speed began it was sweet but a hands up over against the gun that was inside of his pocket. His hands began to flick of her beside the trigger and with a grimace that was up against his eyes he raised it up, and bojang, before he could manage even so much of a question, had his eyes f****** against him and he began to install a curl himself whenever it as his job himself in word, he was lowered down as he swept himself over and out of the ground and tell his breath was knocked out of him, body crawling and word as he did so as he gave a hit Jesse began to feel the way that his body brobling jam itself and over to the ground as he snapped himself and onto the floor. For a moment nothing except for a deep extension of shock was the only thing of what he was aware of. His hands were trembled up over against the side of the edge of his body, his ears lowered back as he did so as he felt the way that his body crawled in firmly as he felt a deep fear as his already stout and caked body was curled up within it's defenses as he crawled up within himself as his body twisted and pulled up within him, his voice nothing except for a caught up edge of a disparate breath for a mom does he did so his eyes closed volley purled firmly within himself. For a moment he could do nothing except for feel a deep exhausted and shocked extension of his own uncertainty that took him, as he felt nothing but a deep neuroticism inside of his mind from the shock had to come over from the blast and from the weaponization of it. He swallowed thickly, his ears are back cuz his hand stayed gripped up over beside his palms, his body crawled in within the edge of his disorientation as he did so as he felt the way that his breath was lost to barbiturates his throat within his despair as his body curled and as he did so. There was a slight wrestling that overcame from the other side of where he could be aware of what he had just closed his eyes to because of his disparagement and, only after a moment of his own shock and with his lips trembling did he dare to turn up his eyes a pervertards where he could see the way that there is a deep twist and harassment a controlling up over towards the edge of their bodies that were gleamed up against one other within the sitting conflict that took them- BoJack hesitantly turned His eyes up over towards where he could see the way that there's a scuffling of feed, the twist of hands, the protest of the deep extension over there calling out and gripping their hands up over against the man that had decided to grab his hands over to try to be able to blast up over to Bojack. His body was curled in as his body had slammed down over and down to the ground, and his eyes twisted upright, flickering his expression for it as he did so as his eyes now to Barbara between where there was no at least two animals that are wrestling up over from the pale and the clearly unhealthy man but I tried to be able to blow him out.

"He's the reason for her law! He's the reason why everything is falling apart the way that it is, you get that? If he wasn't here, our parade order for it, we would have been able to take over towards this final need of donation for our own attempt of being able to leverage ourselves forward, we can do whatever we wanted, we were so close of trying to be able to get that sense of health, so close to having that leverage, do you get that? He's the only reason why we're not!"

His voice was calling out, cutting edge of Barbara towards the rest of the people, the two animals that were sweeping as the ground and hitch their hands up against the side of him. Her eyes were flashed out as he looked over between them within a clear disparagement of his own focus, of his desperate exiled his intention as he did snowball his palms gripped against every side of the way that the two of them were trying to thrash the gun outside of the man's hands. But the man was sad, and BoJack felt the way that his eyes closed as he twist his body back and read again as he gave a small hitch, he called his body down, trusted his body and as he felt the way that his voice caught barber towards the end of his breath twisted his body inward, and felt the way that there was another flashman attempt of a gun as the man snapped his eyes abroad a Bojack with his eyes full of what seemed like a maddening fire that by now He was all too familiar with him as he twisted his body inward come out hands groped a barf against his hands, and begin to feel the way that his body crawled up against a side of the edge of himself again as he prepared himself for another blast, two paralyzed and on edge and shocked, especially with the sounds of the blasting over in the ease of the edge of the side of where there was others calling out, to do much except to keep his body firmly twist and caught up with himself within his disparagement without even having the energy or the knowledge or clarity of how to get himself up in a move forward, if there was any way at all.

"Stay down! Keep down! It doesn't matter what you think now! It's already happened, I'm trying to destroy him over it isn't going to do anything but make it worse, you understand me?"

"You're loving to get worse by not trying to act on it!" The man's voice was on edged, abrupt and abrasive, heaved over within such a deep madness as he twisted his eyes and looked over between them has his great slender body snapped over against them babe His words set up such a deep madness, the focus of a learning of the spirit that was now truly began to launch over him within itself within his anger, and his eyes snapped back over to Bojack again even as his feet were scuffling over as his hands trembled up, and with his fingertips over against you to the side of the trigger begin a blast and twisted a forward over towards BoJack's direction again. this time, BoJack couldn't help but raise up his eyes as he gave up in a broke a breath, rolling his body barber towards the back as he did so as he as he rolled up or against the side there to the ground and twisted his body barb against the side of where the man, with a grommets of his expression with his eyes twisted back snapped over the pissed-up or returns the side of his gun and blasted it over towards his own body.

He turned up, his eyes flickering over as his expression blurred up over beside the sky, and for a moment his body was nothing but an erratic desperation of his own Sean claimed up against his body. Especially with the gash that was still healing up against the side of his thigh and with his palms kicked over with the blood, he could barely focus, his eyes blinking barba towards you to the sky blurred at Barbara towards his form as he tried to collect himself as he heard the way that the man was shouting in the scuffling again as he snapped his words that over between those surrounded above against the twist over and the disparagement and the turnover of his body He spoke or against him with an abrupt edge of his own increased violence as he did so.

"The two of you! Get Bojack, make sure that you take him inside, sit him down, and make sure that we can do something with him. Don't allow this to just be the last of it, I can promise you that we can make something out of this, just don't allow us to lose the threat of whatever it is that we can get, take him, make sure that you keep them collected and we'll go from there, now!"

One of the voices that must have been wrestling above her beside the man who was scuffling wrestling and snapping his body onto slashed over between them called up over beside his shoulders, BoJack snapped his eyes up abruptly as his hands just barely grazed up over beside the water, and his eyes widen as his breath hitched up against his throat as he turn his eyes up that was extended with the pure edge of his own disgruntlement as he snapped his eyes forward and looked over to where he could see the way that too bodies and eyes were began to twist their expressions above it above Jack, and both of them seeming of a bird time, and dressed up into it seem like those same rocks, and yet having a certain kind of dignity to them that spoke of a certain kind of power or at the very late status of which Bojack, within his tentative admitted desperation of helplessness could barely allow himself to feel any kind of sense of comfort with right now. Rather instead it is ears or back as he looked over between them and gave them a quick, and desperate to find edge of a shout as he looked her between them, gradually raising his body up right as he did soap over from the ground as quickly as much as his trembling hands would allow him to. He looked over between them with the defiance as he tried as best to graze himself up, and tried to flick his eyes above towards the direction of any car or direction of path they could go on, his hands pressed firmly up against his bombs, crap at a bar beside the quick beating of his chest as he looked frantic labor between the dry caked nature of the road in front of him as his eyes were snapped and flashed a bar against the extension of his expression come up

His followed thickly, and turned his eyes somberly as he saw the way that the two begin to walk themselves over towards BoJack with their deep invitation if they did so while their hands reach down to kind of over the side his palms. He stepped his way back as his hands crawled and as he looks soberly above between the mess he did so-as well as even they themselves began slightly upon hearing the sit and blast of what seemed like a turnover of the edge of the shooting in front of them that came over further from the side of the blasted down buildings-His eyes turned up as he looked over at it with an edge of fear as he slowly begin to raise himself over from the water on the ground, his fingertips trembling over against his palms as he slowly begin to raise himself up. His eyes snapped over towards where you could see the way that both of the animals were beginning to walk themselves up over from the water and over to him, and his ears flew back as he twisted his eyes up and turn as he looked over between the Mrs hands troubled up over beside his chest.

"I can get out of here. I was already on my own mission of how to be able to find out how to get a little bit of relief, and how to move myself forward, I promise. You don't need me to be a part of any plan that you have and I don't need to be a part of yours. I'm just trying to be able to find my way, and don't worry about me. I already know how to get out of here and if you give me even just a little bit of chance of having the clear headed in enough to be able to do that, then I can get there. Okay?"

His voice troubled out as he looked over between the mess his hands crept up over beside his clothes, his eyes flicked as he gazed above her between them as his eyes were flooded over with the bulging extent of fear. The two of them that are walking over against the lake continue to keep their eyes snapped a barb against the side at the edge of the form of his own deep edge of his defense as he gave to her between them while he began to step his way back, making it clear, as much as you can manage, that he was going to walk himself away and navigate himself over towards the place of where he needed to be in terms of his direction of wherever it was that he would be able to find the turtle.

The other man was already began to become grappled up, controlled and gripped over towards those over surrounding up against him, the two of them had now managed to be able to grip their hands up against a side of his wrist and arm firmly that his body twist and thrashed he abruptly began to feel the way that his body was thrusted and was fallen down over towards the ground and onto the floor. Their eyes were full of their heated defense, their hands grappled up against the side of him as they began to snap him up over towards the ground as his body were still withering with a certain kind of fairy, his eyes flashed over with the deep flame and fire up against his eyes as his expression was contorted and twisted while he lamed his eyes abruptly apart of Bojack as he did so, his words now seeming as if they were borderline and comprehensible with their gibberish as he snapped his eyes of barbitoids and all his gun began a cloud of perpet towards the ground, forgotten and over within the wake of what seem like the manus of that of which had possessed him. Bojacks liked his eyes above beside him as he gave us soft breath and then twisted his eyes as quickly as was able to over to the two animals they're walking barbitoids in front of his direction. His hands gripped apart from a side his just as he looked over between them defensively, stuff it goes way back as he did so, he turned his eyes over the side of his shoulder, and indicated with the violence of his expression for him to make his way back, his hands were grappled up over against the side of the torn of his clothes and he kept his hands raised up with only for the sake of trying to prove to them that human leave them alone well enough, though it seemed as if their eyes were full of a deep heart and fear themselves, and their expressions layered as he began to mock themselves firmly of orbital towards the direction of where his body was curved and and cramped as he stepped his way back.

One of them turned its head up over towards the other and it spoke something lowly up over towards the other bird, the birds seem to collect itself as it nodded over towards itself with a somber acknowledgment, and swept its hands up over beside the layered rooms I was within and then begin to ease out another sense of what suing that illuminated rope that was inside its palms, the exact same of what would have been used to have been able to have moved the internal planet in the first place that was swaying up, although only seen with breathe soft pokes over towards the various different gray of clouds surrounding them, as you twisted his eyes ever towards Bojack and begin to walk himself over towards him. Bojack looked over towards this sling of the rope up against him, his expression was defined as he stepped his way back because his hands traveled up against the side of his chest as he looked over towards him with an edge of his own expression of defiance, and but the birds seemed as if he had a deep extension of his own existence as he nodded up over beside the rope.

"this was our last parade. The last chance that we had of terms of being able to take the planet with us, and of being able to harvest the humanity. It doesn't look like our parade has gone as half as well as much as you would have liked in terms of trying to be able to appease the universe, and it's happened before. The only thing and the only element and the only consistent sense of theme that we have to poke over towards this blame of direction? You."

"No." His voice was softly trembling but then, slowly did erase up his body as he shook his eyes apparently over between them, his eyes flicked up against him within the edge of his disparagement as he did so as he raised his body upright. "No. Don't spend that narrative to me. Don't blame this or put this on me. I made it very clear that I wasn't worried or that it wasn't my fault or that anything that could have possibly have happened here was directly because of me. I didn't even want anything to do with this and I still stand by that. I'm trying to be able to get over towards a turtle, you're the ones that are making that complicated for me to be able to manage. What's not possibly clear about that?"

The bird began to sling over the illumination the rope of over beside his hands, and flicked his eyes uppervoid him with the soft dim low look as he indicated for the other to begin to fall from behind cautiously. The other bird tilted its size as it looked over towards him as a big end of step over against the back of the side of his form, the bird glaming its eyes up as it did so as it began to walk himself above awards her Bojack began to gradually tently step his way back and over between them. His hands groped a barbiturates a side at the edge of his child to come out and his eyes try to barv against the side of his shoulder as he gave a small hitch and looked over towards where he could see the way that there was a gradual entrance way over towards a landscape for him to make his way across, he knew that it was a long shot, over between the various different cluster buildings of what you barely knew had to navigate or without knowing which one would go over towards the next, but at the very least it was something to be able to strive for, and as he looked at Barbara towards where he could see the way that there is that in deniable glimmer that came over from the nail the turtle as he twisted his eyes a bittersweetly a barber towards it within its desperation, he could only feel a further sense of that own knowing that it was only by trying to be able to rush her over towards it quickly as he was able to that would allow him to be able to get a perfect beside it as quickly as he was able, and, with a set focus over towards his shoulders, and gleam designs metholically back over towards a two as he began to step his way back, his expression somber intense bill of his eyes lifted up as he slowly begin to step as we were back with his hands grounded over between him as he looked over between them with an edge of violence.

"I think you have a lot more to deal with than just someone that's trying to be able to find her to make their way. I'm sorry that you're not getting what you wanted in terms of what you're trying to rob over from some other planet. But did you ever think that that was probably going to end up happening eventually? I have to go. I've always had to try to be able to take care of myself, that is nothing to do with any of you, it never will. I'm sorry. I don't know what you want me to do. I don't know what you think that I could give you that would make anything any different or that would easier suffering or that would bring you any kind of clarity, maybe that doesn't even exist. But I can certainly tell you that you're not going to get up by looking to me."

"I told you!" The man was still withering as his eyes were closed as his body was thrashed above between those or clusted up around him. BoJack sides snapped over with a fire at sequeline designs at barbitoid so he could see the way that the man was thrashing up, his body control down and with one hand from one of the animals pressing firmly barber towards his back as it was claimed down and forced to bond of the floor. His body was withering with a certain kind of deep mania that clearly had no way of being able to launch her to save itself anytime soon, his expression premise, and his body clothes as his curled up against himself as he turned his eyes with a flame little fire up over to BoJack, his expression was firm and deepened as he did so as he thrashed over between them even though it was clear, that he had already accepted over towards his disparity and a failure for the time being as he grew instance launched his eyes over towards Bojack, his body contorted over towards a deep sense of his man is coming would seem like a borderline extension of a despair that, whether he liked it or not that he was only just barely managing to come over and into an acceptance of, although that madness and that mark of it and of that deep philosophical and that complex psychological disparagement that took him with his body trembling and turned up was continuing, his body twisted up and grimaced over towards Bojack as he continued to latch himself above against him with that flame of fire firmly against his eyes as he twisted his body above against the front of him firmly within the thrashing of its violence as he did so. Unhealthy as much as it was, and unnatural, he's not the glimmer of his eyes above between where the hand from one of the animals those pressing begins to him firmly was kept only into barbican side of his cheek, his body contorted and twisted as his eyes latched up, snapping up over towards the side the end of her his eyes was flaring apart from between the spaces of the fingers come out His body trembling twisted and gleaned up as he did so, as he thrashed over and troubled with his eyes slammed a fire while looking up over towards the spaces of where he was claiming out as he loaded a contorted, and what sounded like a particularly harrowing, and then too pleasurable breath as he let out a deep extension of his own madness from the way that he claimed his eyes of barbitoids them, one of which was mad enough that came along with what must have been his fight and his lack of dignity for as long as he had silently had, that it caused BoJack says to Winston for his eyes to close upon hearing it for a mom does he felt a chilling dread overcoming him that came along with such a deep emptiness that clearly the man possessed. "You're digging yourselves into her further home more than you've ever even imagined! You're doing the very thing that I'm sure that he wants, probably conspiring over against the energy of this thing, trying to make it so that you have no choice but to fall into it, no doubt! Keep along yourself to say over towards this empty loneliness and it's only going to get worse and worse, and then negativity the failure and the emptiness, that's going to eat and destroy all this alive, mark my words, I promise you!"

"You need to come" there was a slight trembling that came along with the reached out hand that came along with the bird that looked over at Bojack with a deep heated expression of his eyes, his hand reaching out over beside the various different rags are dressed over beside his palms as he snapped at a perva towards Bo Jackson's direction. His eyes seemed as if they were flickered with a certain kind of admitted unknowing fear that was flooded abrovitarian expression as he reached up his hands over to Bojack, although it was clear that there was something about it that had a crime of trembling for a cervatorides it as he reached his palms out over towards him.

Bojack could feel the way that his heart was flipping up over towards his chest as he saw the way that the hand raged out over towards him, the way that there was both a guard but at the same time a deep insistence that was inside of the bird's eyes that flashed a perfect against him while his hands trouble down to take his palm. His fingertips pressed up over towards his sweating palm, and his eyes slashed a barbiturates where you could hear the way that there was still that deep blasting of suffocation, of black, and of the increased calling out those kind of over from the buildings on the other side where herpesthet increased sense of what seem like that violence that was imploding over towards where the others had been a moment before-The parade of the game of what had been an attempt, although he had sensed the strain that had come along with the attempt and of the even just the stimulation of hope if that what they had carried, that a temporarily guided it forward. As you looked over towards where he could see the way that there was that called out over between those against the war, with that black busted fog that was over towards the sky in front of them, and would seem like I'm increased continued call out over between them from the war of their voices, he twisted his eyes as he looked over towards where he could hear that way that there was a clear sense of another force said it ended over towards whatever it was that they had tried to be able to cater to.

His expression was distracted and his eyes soft and powered, as he felt a deeper wretch nature inside of his eyes while he turned to looked over towards where he could hear that increased call that was going up over between where they continue to demolish and to expand and to hitch up against each other. Has he heard the way that there was a specific kind of mood as well as violence that was over on the other side of the building surrounding them as they're black fog stuck up over towards the air, he could only feel an increased erratic exhaust and disoriented sense that was broken up over and inside of his mind, far too connected over towards what he knew that he needed to do and what that looked like to be able to turn away from it now-he could feel a deep sense of despair, and is somewhere, similar to the way that he had when they're had initially been that blue combustment of light that have projected and destroyed itself over against the side of his mansion that one night what he remembered all that time ago that it caused him to fall over towards that deep grief and suffering, lonely and as exhausting and is horrifying as much as I've been at the time, that somehow falling fully into that black to feed rather than denying it, or of easing into a sense of denial have been the only thing that had caused him to even find what had a not initially been like a soothing bridge, both literally as well as emotionally, that had taken over towards all those erotic disoriented distractions that had taken them before, and had gradually led over towards the way that he had forced himself to simply take and the grief, the death of his own understanding of life, and ironically, by accepting it, that had been the first and only time when he had found the begun to truly live within that soothing depth of truth, even if it had meant his own death and that had come along with following it.

The other bird began to step further to BoJack, when he did not speak or knowledge over towards them. His breath hitched as he twisted his eyes back over towards the mess he did so as a serious Lord further back as he stepped his way with a mishap and stamp power between where there was that softguard and laid over between the both of them as they step away over between him within their insistence. There was a deep sense of sickness inside of the rise, and he recognized that focus of what seemed like both emptiness inside of their expressions that adjust to have had multiple lives and of the richness that they used to have possessed, whether they have been clear at full of clarity or whether they had understood that depth and that suffering or not at the time, it was clear that they were now all too aware that it was that fight even on the disorientation of the day is, the loneliness in the disconnect, that now that they're fighting for something that mattered, and now that they were forced to be able to fight over towards that full sense of that fully pure realized humanity again even if they were far away from it, that the closest thing of that of which they could get was to continue to fall that suffering, the closest thing to wisdom of what he had seen in their eyes, but he knew that he still had to follow his own personal version of it, should he have wanted to have been able to have fought it.

So he began to feel the way that his heart began to slightly begin to calm down over from the way that it was beating erratically over and into his chest. Slowly, did he begin to feel the way that that fight that was inside of him began to ease downright does he began to feel the way that his shoulders gently began to roll, and with a soft edge and a hitch of his breath did he slowly began to roll his shoulders down as he looked over between them, feeling the way that he was now forcing himself to fall firmly over and into that deep misery, rather than fighting or being in denial of it, or gramming up his headspace into distractions and ideas that had nothing to do with family falling over into that defeat. though his mouth was dry with fear, and his mind's sick, and with his body all too fully aware of that emptiness and of that destruction around him that was more than likely to happen, he began to feel the way that like letting go of the tendons of that of which came along with a narrative that he knew that would never happen, he instead slowly begin to feel the way that he was falling fully and firmly into it instead, like a certain kind of release of freedom of the truth of defeat, even if it meant his death, rather than fighting it.

"If you know me, and if you know anything that I've done, and if you know what I've continued to do just to try to be able to make sense about everything that's been taken for me, and if my natural response to trying to make sense of it or to make it bearable. And if the complete chaos of the insanity and the way that I've been wrecked around by everything, then you should know about that deep grief that I've carried that has led me to this point."

his voice was tired and breathless. All the while, the other man that was still yet squirming over between the two animals that were growing up and calling to infirmly as they kept their hands grounded up over against his body that withered upper towards the water continue to squirm, his voice contorted and his words and tone coming out into such a deeply inauthentic grime of way that is his body twisted in contorted and turned down with his body through sporadically twisting up within his increased fight and with the flame of his own twist above against their hands, and with his voice continuing to call out over within a gram and a twist and an erratic snap over against his sense as his body slapped and grimed a barber towards the ground. His eyes were enlightened with the deep sense of madness and his words were of one that that had spent far too long living over towards his own deep life that and let him to something that had never once ever truly leaned into anything that was real or worthwhile, and leaving him as cheap, and as disgruntled and as sickly as much as would have been expected from the lack of identity of that. BoJack, though he could hear just how truly wretched and sickly and torn that voice and that the rashing a body as a way to barv against the water actually was, with the other two animals firmly and quickly talking up against one other as they tried to talk to each other to keep them ease down over towards a thrashing of the water, could feel all too significantly about just how true that actually was, and ironically the only thing that caused him to keep his eyes firm the apartment between the two animals that were stood up in front of him and overthrew the water-an incredibly bittersweet and an utterly melancholic realization as he heard the sickliness of the way that the man continued to contort, and with his body and feed splashing and kicking up over through the water as he did so, the most profound suffering and of a cheap humanity left from what he had fallen into to begin with to have led into that point, never having leaned into anything real, and now that you had realized it, to full of despair to be able to go over towards anything other than that quick erratic disparagement of that of which took him currently.

one of the birds began to nod, although his hand was still raised out over to Bojack for him to take, and was even vaguely trembling to an extent where it seemed as if he was struggling to be able to reach his hand forward to gimpojack to take it. BoJack stepped his way back as he looked with an abrupt hench while he stepped his way back and looked over between them, the pound I was expression in his body curled in as he looked over between where there is that soft caution up against both of their eyes, although it seemed as if they were aware to some degree about that deep grief of that a bunch of Bojack was suggesting, the eternal emptiness and of melancholy and if that deep sense of that instring to complexity of that of what she carried within the human spirit that had ever caused him to have gotten to the point of where he wants to begin with. The look inside of the eagle's eyes firmly looked over against him as he did so as he kept his hands still half pulled out over to bojang, and it was clear that he was trembling himself with the weight of the grief of what BoJack spoke about, it's eternal deep complexity of that of which forest every single man or person that would have carried it to fall down into a full wake of its knees in terms of being able to see the way that it unrevealed of the true deep truth of the disparagement of humanity that most could only follow and could only face drunk, or inhabited with some sort of Jeep deep cheap cheap humor or a lie, because they could not face the true detrimental complexity and the suffering that seemed as if it went on for an eternity of that of which was focusing for them to put onto it if they did not lean over towards those cheap superficialities, and the truth and the authenticity of the weariness of Bojack as he had fallen into an unaccepted it, was fully revelated over towards the way that he looked to her the man began to step as we were towards him with the deep specification, and of a deep burning understanding inside of the melancholy of his eyes as he looked over to Bojack nodded, a deep grief inside of his expression that spoke that he knew exactly as to what he spoke, though it was clear that he did not want to.

"I know you. I know you're wisdom, despairing as much as it is, that caused myself and of everyone else and for this culture to end up to where it was. I know of the cheap attempts of trying to be able to turn our suffering or of our grief into something that would have been bearable, something that would have changed it into someone that would have been able to see him as if it was something that had everything of what we lacked before. Humanity, importance, being known and loved and deeply treasured and experienced and satisfied to what we didn't have before. I know everything of what you talk about, all of us do, it wouldn't be impossible for us to not. I know about the emptiness and about the grief that comes with the lifeline long that you spend with your cheapness and distraction that you had to, I know about the strangest, the emptiness, and they achieve days that you had have never once leaning on to anything worthwhile, until eventually the truth what was going on completely caved, and began to make you fall into it until the 8:00 you alive that had you break over towards the seriality that now forced you to see it within its entirety. I know, and I see you, and I recognize it."

"Then don't force me to be a part of your game. But don't force me to be a part of this deal that you're trying to make with the universe, of trying to be able to face it firsthand and trying to be able to turn it up, grime it and turn it into something that it will never be if you truly think that there's nothing that I can do to change anything about what you're doing. About the fact that you're basically just quivering on to the ground out that you realized about how empty you are and how much you failed, and it took the universe turning over and within itself for you to even come somewhat towards that have to understand that when it comes to grief like that, that I can't even stand it, and it bring the very time that I began to fully fall into that grief, when I began to accept the isolation, the craving for something that I didn't have that I wasn't sure that I would ever get, if I crave and could get it or that I'd ever deserve, that before I even said what managed to be able to recognize that, to an extent it was already too late, and that there is no guarantee I would ever have that, that I ever had, that I would spend the rest of my life and emptiness, but ironically it was falling into my own personal authenticity of that acceptance that was the closest thing that led me to anything that resembled freedom. But you can't emulate that. You have to accept it come and do what you can. You have to know that. You have to live by that wisdom because I can't give it to you. And you're only going to make the universe curve into itself even furthering whatever chance that this culture has in terms of being able to save itself, if you try to be able to force me to be a part of something that I can't be, that I don't want to be. You understand this."

His voice was trembling, but his words came out authentically, at least as much as he could hope to manage, even as his breath was coming out into a deep troubling of his own lack of focus as he stepped his way back and looked over between them, his eyes popped, his expression falter and trembling, as he snapped his eyes above between where they still kept continued to walk the way further.

"if your parade didn't work, and if you tried to be able to appease the universe that you could do what you wanted both with this man here, and with this culture, and whatever it is that you thought that you would need in terms of being able to bring yourself to enlightenment, then you know that you failed. You can't possibly go against the wrath of the universe of the truth about how wretched things are, about how you are, about the truth about the fact that we can't just try to be able to change or to go against that now. Don't try to ruin yourself now by trying to be able to pretend like things aren't the way that they are with you or your grief, your isolation or of your failed humanity or how you're so lost and emptiness that there is so little chance that you can be able to change it now. Don't do that, because at this point the only thing you can do is to do what I did and to Fall into it. Fall into the grief, the failure, the chance that maybe it is too late and that you are a completely alone. Ironically that was the only thing that gave me a chance in the first place. It may very well be the only thing that gives you a chance. But first you have to accept that, if you want to have a chance of being able to even someone get something out of it. You have to know this."

He was stepping his way back even as he spoke his words into the closest thing of an earnest desperation, a borderline begging of that of what she could manage even as he filmed the full pain layering outside of his breath. His eyes twisted as he looked over between them as he did so as he began to step his way back, and his hands is pressed over beside his chest as he did so as he looked over between them. He could see that there was a doubt flickering over towards the lack of wisdom that was inside of the bird's eyes as he continued to step his way of Barbara to Bojack although it was clear that, with his fingertips just slowly beginning to reach back cuz they're called a barbiturates his palms that he at the very least had the somewhat edge of decency to slowly begin to at least somewhat feel a sense of his own doubt over towards the way that he was easing his hands of Bojack to force him forward and beside his questioning. There seemed as if there was a certain kind of sober and deep wisdom that was taking away or whatever sense of their latching onto of pride, control, or if anything of what they could give them that would have stimulated the idea of their hopelessness with their lack of connection, or of any kind of hope of it, or of control, and instead of Sombra soft light begin to raise a bro returns psoriasis they looked over towards him with a soft, faltered reflection for a moment as they heard the way that Bojack spoke with such a deep sense of the trouble of his own insistence from the black of his own despair.

"Focus on your own despair. Please. On the fact about why you feel so caught up and alone. It's the only reason why everything fell apart and again a crack for me to fall into it to begin with. It's the only reason why it will continue to be."

His hands was curled up beside his chest, and he tells his head up over towards where he could see the way that the man was thrashing and curling down up over between the two bodies that were latched above her against the form of his body. His eyes were twisted, his expression contorted, although it seemed as if within the wake of how he was thrashing and fighting a barber towards those that had their hands grimed up against him that even he that was gradually beginning to calm, and a twist himself down into a deeply erratic miserable fight but slowly come up with his voice beginning to become increasingly more just don't disoriented, his eyes following down, until slow they did it seem that he was beginning to ease himself firmly within a deep despair of his own melancholy as he slowly begin to twist as his body to begin to fall that he's down with the somber acceptance over and dawn to the puddle of the water that surrounded him, body twisted in contorting, but slowly begin to use his body behind, with his expression to a stepping toward it against both of their bodies as they kept in firmly latched down and onto the water surrounding him.

There was another deep call, and one that was great latching up over between the various different blasting of both weapons, and of the black expanse in the way that there was a blast above horns a bullets surrounding them. It was something that had a certain kind of sense of what seemed like a deep inhumanity that suggested that it was not something that would have come over from any kind of physical path that they are, although there was no surprise neither in the burns that heard it, nor on the way that there was that slight change in flicker perpet towards their eyes as they step paused aparatory at the front above Jack. He claimed as a size over between the mess he did so, although that begging that was within his expression did not leave him as he flicked his eyes a perfect between the both of them while he continued to step his way intentatively back.

He began to feel that there was even the slightest hiccup of the opportunity for him to be able to walk himself away from them so, with a twist of the side of his feet, and it turn above her against his eyes as he looked over between them with a 0 sword back he gave a soft head to his breath, turned, and with his fingertips grappled further begins his palms begin to rush his way as quickly as he was able to over and across to the various different connecting gray buildings in front of his eyes, breath uneven and latching a perpet towards his throat but rushing himself over towards in between the grain buildings as quickly as much as he was able to, now relying on nothing but the seriality of that of which took him, no longer caring or focusing on anything other than the ability of focusing on it as he tripped over his feeding with his deepened black panic, rushed himself as quickly as much as he was able to and over beside the great buildings, and twisting his eyes forward as he could see even through the fog, the swing of the illuminated ropes that was turned in and out from the hint of the Korean black phone that surrounded above and between this way of the rope, and what that soft glimmer that came along with the poking out of the turtle and its nail that was easing up over between the sky, that he was rushing himself yet further still up over towards rotor was poking him easing out of him between the gray clouds surrounding the desperation of the tripping of his feet. He knew that his body was sore, that his mind was erratic and that is clarity over towards what he was doing before he was going was unlikely to read of any any kind of significant truth or of answer, but much length of the way that he had just spoken with his last word of desperation for clarity, he knew that with his own specific melancholic path, it was the first, and the only chance that he had of any kind of remarkable sense of being able to move forward into any way that would have offered him any sense of enlightment, that his deep and melancholic path of deep emptiness gum and then of desperation in a falling intuition alone was all that he would be able to follow.

"Bojack!"

The word called out, wretched, and twisted up barbiturines a tone of his word, as his voice latched at over towards further away his voice was twisted by over towards the air in front of him as he abruptly spoken. Even just from the tone of his word there was a violence to the way that he spoke, his words latching out over towards the space of her his voice crawled out as a trenched its way up over to the sky, but his ears flew back as he continued to quickly and saw really twist his way up over towards a landscape in front of him coming latching himself as quickly as much as he was able to and following only that deep melancholic murky to spare, the eroticism and the philosophy in his mind, the insertainty as to whether or not anything of what he did would be worthwhile was thrashing of it side of him, but he knew that he was under no impression to be able to do anything other than to follow as quickly as much as she's able to and to follow that deep complex melancholy, that desperation, he knew that to stop her to pause for even a moment but only to be taken up by the despair, controlled and small advised rather than to have a chance of being able to fight it, and with that bittersweet knowing within his desperation and bitterness and knowing that following anything other than that deep straightforward sense of need was all the control that he had come in as he rushed himself as frantically as he could have Barbara towards the deep compass of the landscape in front of him, his eyes puffed, and his breath coming out of towards a drive is throat, but even the gash on his legs, the cake on the blood of his palms, hardly mattered as he continued her radically speed is my forward above towards the landscape, until I looked over towards a cluster of the buildings I took up against his eyes while he paused, turned his head up, and looked over towards where they're looming up over towards the guide of his expression come out while he gleamed his eyes up over towards where he could see the way that they learned a purgatory towards the form of his eyes, pausing for a moment does he looked over towards a cluster cluster challenge between them, but still was that illuminated nail that was going to go from the turtle glimmering above towards the fog of the space, and he paused as he turned his eyes up, seeing the way that it was gently easing up with a glimmer but for between the clowns taking up over towards a melancholifer's eyes while they turn his head up and gazed over towards where it was past further through the sky. He looked over at it bitter sweetly, and to an extent, he was aware as he turned his eyes over against it then his bitter sweetness that if he did not manage to be able to follow that emptiness that it would swallow him alive, take into Poland further back over towards the surrounding that eased into him unless he found a way to fight it. he looked abrova towards it somberly, disoriented, and looked dormitories where no slickering now and then through the controlled various different swing but the ropes taking up and twisting beside the nail of the turtle. His expression was somber as he's stopped for a moment, breathing deeply with his eyes drenched over with them bitter sweetness as he gleam decides a birth towards it and swallowed thickly, his breath caught a perva towards his misery as he kept his eyes slashed up forward towards the front of it does he saw the way that it seemed as if it was an indifferent but it deeply afernal teasing and a focus over towards the closest thing to any tunnel of what he could get in terms of transferring to be able to even come close to finding the semblance of the humanity that he was looking for, complicated enough now that he didn't know what it would look like where he to find it, but he knew that he had to as his hand slashed up and crawled up over against his chance to all he looked over at it so I'm really in over towards a space of where it was slow that being dragged into a state of non-existence, further over towards where he could hear the way that there is yet more ominous crashing from the buildings, the latching up in the turn down from that deep expanse of the height of the concrete, the falling down of the twist of incumbent of that deep profound ongoing grief, as it fell and latched over towards the sky where you felt the way that I can tell you to be pulled up over through the extension of the emptiness of it.

"BoJack!" There was another call out over towards him, and his head snapped over the side of his shoulder, as his palms began to press further over towards the edge of the side of his chest while he turned, abruptly raising up his shoulders as he did so while he looked over towards where he could hear the way that those tones were calling out towards him, there seem to be a violence within it, and he had rushed himself far enough that it seems as if the birds rather than launching after or running to him, for instead looking over beside another as they did so as they readjusted their tones and looked at barf against one other, their words were lodged at over again so another as he swept above the side of their talk and their claim up over between one another, their words latched, called out, and sweeping up over towards the extension of their own quick questions and of thought of their controversy as they did so as he looked over between one another, their voice is in words called it over against to one another, their eyes and disposition in movement matching up over towards his direction as they did so while their words called out and claimed to Barb again so another within the expansive space that took them.

Although his fingertips were curled in against himself within his uncertainty, and his eyes were latched up with a deep burning of his own suffering and out of a knowing, as he looked over towards where he could see the way that the swinging of the rooms was poking above towards the sky in front of him, over beside the gray clouds that took up over towards the sky and then he used to borrow within itself again as it swept from the inside and out and over from the left and right edge of the side as he snapped his eyes up and looked over the side it, he could only feel a deep a form of his own knowing that violence, emotionally and psychologically, was the only way that he had any kind of hope of moving himself forward into any significant fashion. With his eyes twisting it forever towards the exertion of where he could see it the way of that to their foot was swinging it over towards the cloud of the space, he snapped his eyes upward, and then, pressing his lips together as he saw blade twisted his eyes he began to fall over towards that deep melancholic fatal grie-as he began to rush his way of Barbara towards the Gray in the buildings and swept up over between the compact spaces between them, and rushed himself for other Barbara towards the inside of the buildings surrounding it begins to miss him rushed himself over against the gray of the buildings that were completely devoid of their previous life, he focused only on over towards where you could see the way that the swinging of the rope was gradually using a barber towards him in Pope campus so I his eyes for a moment, and then slowly beginning to hitch as a began to curl and swept itself back girlfriend inside of the air in the clouds again, trusting itself in the poke of the inward and the outright as it did so, as its way to Barbara towards a side of where it was glamoring up over between the edge of the black fog that took it, swaying from one side and over towards the next and him following a perpet towards the way that it hung up over towards his features, as he continued to rush his way of Barbara between the building says he mentions he was able to, and continue to rush his way up over between the buildings taking and pervert instance direction as he swept himself over and between them as best as he was able to with his words caught up, and with his eyes frantically sweeping himself over between the closed of the buildings, but he knew, with his eyes flashing at Barbie towards the ropes and as long as he followed it, he had a chance.

there was several different distant boomings of something that seemed like that it suggested a particular kind of violence, every single one of which caused him to hitch as he closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, and then rolled up his shoulders as he continued to make his way aparate towards the edge of the increased congested buildings that took him as he did so while he continued to rush his way up over between them. The seriality that was inside of his head space, the unknowing of that of which took him, and that deep melancholic weakness was the only thing that gave him enough grounding to continue to rush his way over between the buildings as quickly as much as he was able to come up his breath caught a perpet towards the dryness of his throat come in his mindful of the focus of his own deep misery, they acknowledgment in the knowing of its own inevitability, as he continued to rush his way as firmly as he could have over between the space of the buildings taken against him while he did so, with as much quickness as much as he can manage.

There was more blast and that came over from behind him, and his eyes were twisted up as he continued to make his way up over between the buildings that's surrounded a perfect against his eyes, he gave up a small protest and a deep breath of his recklessness of desperation when he saw the way that the rope gently disappeared for a moment but then came back over through the phone, although with the pollution that came up from the increased shouting and the twist of over from the back of his body, and with the way the desires were twisted and turned over towards a swimming of the edge of the rope, and with his eyes snapping above towards where I could see the way I thought it was gently teasing up against him again and then gently begin to sway back and over and into the clouds, the only thing of what he was aware of in the only thing that he could see as he twisted his eyes and looked over towards it was the fact that he would only have so much time or of empty space to begin to follow the rope as he continued to sweep his way up over towards the buildings that surrounded up against the tripping of desperation and of his erratic and desperate focus.

There was a sound of what seemed like a continued sense of boom incumbent something that suggested a certain kind of deep physical overpass of some kind of statement that was happening over from behind him. His lips together as his eyes were focused and desperate while he continued to rush himself up over between the landscape of the building surrounding him, swallowing deep as he did so as he trying to specify the disorientation into focuservator towards that deep grieving melancholy that a new all too well-It was the only thing that would have given him the slightest chance of being able to find you, or to focus on the specific richness I knew they needed in terms of being able to find you, to make sense of that pain that he knew that unless you followed with a significant degree that would swell him alive otherwise, without any kind of sense or reason or at the very least kind of the soothing patience of the action and they acceptance of it. Has heard the way that there wasn't a continued around a call, and the booming over from what seemed like several different incredibly large massive violence of both material as well as focus and affection from behind him, he only cringe does he focus deeper within himself as he continued to, after a moment begin to rush himself further above against the buildings, breath kind of purgatory it's his throat, his eyes better sweet and desperate, as you try to spec to focus on how much is he was able to own the only thing that it ever made and not feel as finite or as impossibly small or as invisible as much as he had, which had only been by sharing over towards that addiction of what he had felt with you as you rush himself over between the buildings. The pain was on the edge of the verge of the side of his expression, his eyes bittersweet and curled up with himself as he did so as he made his way forever between the buildings, his expression erratic is sick into that deep detrimental personal journey of what he had forced to been fallen into deaf the chance of following you to begin with, has you tripped over his feet and rushed himself over between the buildings as best as he was able within his bittersweet melancholy and desperation it admitted disorientation.

He gave up on abrupt hedge of a breath coming stomping up over towards a side of his feet when he saw the way that there was two anamorphic animals, with both of their hands swing up over against the rope that was over to several different buildings but within the same aisle of that of what she was rushing through. His feet abruptly stoned, with his eyes wide and that's the zeros are back as he twisted a size up, his breath got barber towards his lips as he did so as he snapped his eyes are radically and twisted his eyes over to wear he could see the way that they were swaying up over within their deep sense of what was clearly their own erotic panic coming doing the best what they could to keep it over towards the deep focus of their portrayal as he stood and ease their hands a perfect against the world beside each other. Their bodies were stood up against one other and over between the rope that was gripped up against him as he kept their hands twisted up over beside it, their words caught up and twisted up against the side of the edge of one another as they did so while they kept their hands pressed up over beside the rope between each other as they did so as it seemed as if within their own fashion from the placement of where they had banned from trying to be able to keep the turtle focused, and their direction over towards it that they are trying to be able to methodically keep it over and twisted beside the rope as best as they were able to as they kept their hands gripped firmly begins aside for what they talk to even one another but they're increased focus all they did so up against the side of the rope sued over between their palms.

His feet tripped, and his eyes focused with the deep sense of his neuroticism as he looked over between the air of them. His breath caught of temporarily barber towards his throat does he presses lives together in small thickly looking over between the both of their bodies. There were side stepping, their words talking begins to another, their words God and, and their hands drenched up over beside the edge of the rope as they did so as their swing it from one side of the grass but their hands and over towards the other. With his body crawled up against himself collectively in his hands twisted barf against his palm, he looked dramatically above the side of the buildings take him over against his eyes, his hands drenched a pervitoid society the edge of the wall as you pressed his hands up against it, his ear is lowering down right as he gave a small summer bread than twisted his body down as he called himself down and began to lean up over beside the nearest mall that he could get to, and gray and as turned down as much as it was as his hands pressed up against it firmly. With his body leaning up against it heavily he twisted his eyes as he blamed of Barbara towards where he could see the way that they were talking him against another with their hands crept up barf against the side of the edge of the swinging of the rope, and they seemed as a their passing it from one side and over towards the next between their palms against one another as they did so.

There was another violent boom, and another sound of what sumika particular mark of something especially involved over from behind Bojack that sounded closer than it had been before. It was enough for him to allowed an improper to yell of his own surprise as he lowered his ears down and gave up a swear, closing his eyes as his hands began to press further up against them all next to him as he did so. His ears are back as his eyes twisted up while he turned his eyes methodically above between her he could see the way that the both of them paused for a moment, and their head abruptly turned over against the side of their shoulders, and tell one snap bit size of herbivore's Bojack entirely with its eyes closing above her within the sudden acknowledgment that twist up against the side of its eyes and that made up the animal, famili familiarity glimmer department against the side of its expression, twisting it set up over towards the side of its shoulder as it did so is it snapped over and chromised over towards for Bojack was about a couple of buildings the way between them but over towards the same aisle.

And then lower back as he did so as he began to chrome so further against the wall. His body curled in as he did so as he began to press himself firmly forever towards the side of the wall, curling his body and word as he did so as he pressed one hand over towards the side of the tension of his expression, but with his body clearly focused over towards the way that there is a glimmer of recognizability over towards the lizard's eyes, speaking of bravoids they go next to him, there was a clear recognizability, and then quickly after, a flame of light that slow they began to twist above towards the creatures extension as he twisted his hands over from where he was swinging the rope up against him a moment before.

He turned, speaking of what seemed like into a quick fashion as he began guide the rope up over towards the one that was beside him. The other one spoke over towards a deep connection of would seem like an acknowledgment, although the movement and the air within their bodies seemed as if it was quick over within an understanding as he began a sweep his hands up over beside the rope that was taken over by the hand of the other animal turn to set over the side of his shoulder, and he spoke over a clear word over towards down of which was beside Missy did so as his fingertips grimed up against it firmly, he snapped his head up over towards the side of her shoulder as his palms begin to grip over against the side of the road, twisted his hands as he grimed up against it firmly as he did so as he spoke over with an acknowledgment over towards him, and then come at the other lizard turned as he come up with a certain kind of silent arrogance without acknowledging over to Bojack directly that spoke that he knew that BoJack was specifically bent and not responding or acknowledging him and did he begin to walk as way down above towards the aisle, his eyes grimacing at Barbara towards with extension of his question as he twisted his eyes over beside him, and quickly begin to snap up his eyes as he began to walk his way with would seem like a particular abrasiveness, and over towards her Bojack was leaning in as his body was called up over against him, his ear sword back as he turned over with the faltered uncertain exhaustion, and as his eyes twisted while he saw the way that the lizard began to glimmer his eyes above towards in, there is a certain kind of understanding that began to crack above towards the front of his eyes, and then quickly, with his feet snapping up against him, began her rush his way firmly above her to Bojack, tilting his eyes down as he did so as he began to quickly rush his way with a quicker piece of perfect horns a sign of BoJacks direction. His pace was in such a way and with his eyes and lied into such a flame that he's a continued to rush his way further perva towards him, his feet began to quickly snap a barba towards the ground as his eyes and lighting up with the fire as he began to rush himself above towards and coming his feet using a barber towards the end of the ground as he did so as he began to quickly sway himself with a frantic pace above her towards the buildings between him as he rushed himself firmly and what the deeper extension of would seem like something that spoke of a violence just from the way that he was rushing himself firmly and quickly Barbara towards herbo attacked himself curled up beside the wall as he looked over towards him within a date but her sweet exertion, his ears are back as he began to see the way that he began to rush his way firmly and quickly a proverb towards where his voice began to call out, though it wasn't a BoJack, but with what seemed like some sort of deep straightforward abrasive agreement that seemed as if it was of a similar sentiment to that of which would have been able to speak a proper towards that incredibly abrasive ongoing sense of what seem like that straightforward and desperation that now began to move itself methodically above towards where there was those equally metallic and of quick voices coming up over from the other side of where they're speaking up over beside another within their severe desperation between one other from the other side of his shoulder.

He began to step his way back, and although he could keep his eyes flecked above towards the side of the rope, that the goat had gripped above her beside his palms, it was clear that if you were to rush himself over towards it that it would be more than likely and that there was going to be a certain kind of detrimental focus of what would destroy him where healed to allow himself to get to a kind of over to it. He turned his eyes frantically brother towards the rope, his expression not being able to help but to turn firmly brother towards where he could see the way that there was that swing of her against the rope and is desperation of needing to be able to stay over the side of asbestos he was able to, but with the quick movement of the lizard that was no rushing his eyes above towards him, and with his eyes snapping over against him with that firm exhaustion of his own a deep extension of his own desperate sudden arrogance come in the violence of the way that he moved over to botanic, he could sense that there was no hope except to be able to sleep sweep himself back, with his hands beginning to release up over from the side of the wall, his hands pressing up against him as he did so as he quickly begin to step himself away from the side of the wall and quickly began to brush his way over towards the nearest other entrance between the city buildings of that of which he could get to. His ears are bad, his eyes snapped up as he did so, has he began to rush himself over between the city buildings, although he kept hurting his eyes above her to where he could see the way that there was that sway of the rope, his eyes snapping above towards a desperately before it began to span outside of his fishing because of the need to be able to rush himself over between the buildings as quickly as much as he would have been able to. As you rushed himself above between the buildings that were in front of him as his feet tripped up, and with his eyes swing up over towards the next entrance of that of what she could get to in terms of any way that he could access the rope, he swallowed the clay, tilting his eyes up as he swallowed thickly, rushing his fingertips over between his palms, rushing forward as quickly as much as he was able to, and felt the way that his throat choked up as he began to make his way over between the buildings until he abruptly stomped over towards a further clearing, his hands pressing friendly over within his panting as best as he was able to, swallowing thickly as he turned his eyes upcoming his ears are back and his expansion twisted upright, as he looked over from the entrance that came along where, now that the other buildings over in front of him looked as if they have been knocked over from the movement of the planet that had knocked over against the top of their buildings in the height of them, he could see the way that there is a deep meandering in a movement from the others that were now begin to rush up over between the buildings, and could have a further clarity of where there was a movement of the crowd of their bodies, a twist over at their movement in the extension of the bodies as they began to what seemed like had several different islands of the twist of the several different forms of their focus is as they begin to problem for against the ropes next and next to them, just seen their hands above against the side of the rope, latching up over between the extensions of the forms of themselves, and seemed as if every single one had a certain island of trying to focus over towards swaying and gripping the rope up against them further so that they can latch him further and pull it up over conceal landscape between them as they called out abrasively and desperately beside one other comment while they were continuing to pull the ropes over between them within the islands of their own desperate focuses between each other.

He paused us his eyes looked over between them-his breath was coming out into a deep erratic exhaustion as he looked over to them with an overwhelmed exhaust as he tried to count his breath through the dryness and the wound of both his throat, as well as his panic that took him. But he could hear the way that there was that quick sway that came over from the lizard that was behind him, and is here is perked up as a panic latched over towards his throat as he snapped his head over, and saw the way that the lizard how now abruptly stopped over from where he was rushing his way up over between the build-his eyes snapped a perfect a BoJack, his expression glimmer to Barbara towards with an exertion of his own arrogance, as he stopped and looked over towards her Bojack's hands or pressed for him towards a side of the building. His breath caught up, his words caught above towards the exertion of his throat as he did so as he snapped and saw the way that the lizard's eyes claimed above her with the fire inside of his eyes, and then turn as it seemed as if he was calling out over towards that very exertion of those that had, with their metallic violence and with the sounds of their booming and of what their exertion of their own desperation, we're now calling up over and against one other quickly to try to be able to move the way up over towards where the lizard was rushing after bojack.

Although he could feel unknowing exhaustion and of a sense of despair of her coming in along with the deep thrash of the panic coming up he pressed his breath together as he looked over between where the lizard called out yet again while the sand snapped before vacancy exertion of his own rooms as he seemed to be guiding of her further sense of that deep exertion of the desperation and adventure connected chaos that was taking them. His hands continue to snap and to sprout it over beside him as he did so as he called out of her towards they arrest That's the landscape, and is red eyes snapped over the flame of fire Barbara towards her bojacklands, has his ears lower back Walls where it's caught up as you breathed with a deep exertion of the trying to swim is thrown to as he looked over the side him, his eyes flooded up with a panic as he did so as he began to touch himself from the wall, and begin to make his way over towards the other end of where he broke out in over towards that clearing of entrance in front of him. He snapped his eyes over towards very could see the way that there was a several different handful of islands of those animals in civilizations of other people they're wrapping up over against the rope, the way that there is a swing above against the side of their bodies as they called moved and twisted to Barb against where they continue to call out to one another frantically as quickly and as best as much as they were able to while they twist into bar between the space beside one another, and the rope swinging from one side and over towards the next as they did so, as they try their best to continue to call out over it towards where they were clearly trying to be able to move, within their disoriented exhaustion as best as they are able to the focus of the heat that came along with the movement of the turtle planet and if they're focus on it as best as they can manage.

Although his eyes and his mind was becoming increasingly more erratic within his own despair and admit it be wildamant, as he turned looked over between them he simply gave up a soft knowing breath as he began to turn over between them and the chaos that surrounded up against some within their movement of their islands of their focus against one another. with his hands grazing it beside the wall, he's now me twisted his body for a torrents they chaos surrounding him, and begin to rush his way over between the edge of the side of their bodies as he began to trip over his feet to make his vape over to them, his eyes turned a perpet towards aware, now that he knew that he was firmly over ago with emotionally as well in terms of his heir and the focus of his body that he was firmly in the clearing of their focuses of the forms of their bodies and what took them, he could sense the way that already, several of them within their intention were began to turn as he looked over towards him, and his eyes were a large vast and uncertain as he snapped his expression of barba towards the side of the movement of the terminal that was swing a perfect into sky in front of him, tripping over his feet as he did so as his words were latched over towards his throat, as he snap designs up, and twisted over towards where he could see the way that there was a deep movement of the twist of the form of the glomming up the nail that was broken up over towards the clouds taken up his eyes as he looked over towards it, kept his bonnet twisted in, and continued to rush his way over and across the landscape as quickly as much as he was able to, keeping his hands pressed although he knew it was needlessly and finite, over beside the bittersweet exertion of his somber in nature as he continued to rush his way as quickly as much as he would have been able to, and over towards were several them begin to turn as he twisted over towards where he rushed his way over towards where their bodies were twisted and ground up against one other and over against the twist of the ropes of where they're pulling up and calling the side each other.

One of them began to call out, although it seemed as if it was both with a big waterment as well with the direct acknowledgment of a torrance his entrance. His ear is lower back as he looked over between where he could see the way that does several of them seemed as if they're spanning out to the question above a torrent's direction, and he swallowed thickly as his ears lowered back as he began to try to keep himself from following her from falling over towards that deep sense of that sudden focus of the erratic energy coming The twist and their commands as well as would seem like their fall during a sense of their sin disparagement that took them, as they turn to begin to focus servo towards their son and acknowledgment over towards the way that he was rushing himself over towards them. His eyes were bitter sweet, his feet tripped down as he began to ease himself onto the ground, his hands reached out over towards the ground as he did so as it says grounded over onto it, and serious Lord bone, his eyes allowed up into a firm focus of his own deep candor of his own desperation of weakness as he temporarily caught himself over against the ground, then twisted his eyes up as he turned over towards where, and the only thing it was making him have any kind of sense of focus or of any kind of sense of relief at all, with his eyes and twisted a perpet towards where he could now firmly see and clearly where the rope was in front of him rather than only poking him over between the fog every now and then. As his eyes turned above towards it, his ears perked up as he looked apart from the side where he could see the way they were swaying from one side and over towards the next, his ears parked up as his breath caught a barbiturates his throat while he looked over towards where it was swaying over with would seem like a soft teasing up over against his eyes as he twisted it and looked over towards where it was poking and prodding out from one side and over towards the next up against this way of the clowns that took up against his expression as he looked over beside where it was swing up over between his eyes.

Already come in several of them were beginning to ease their ropes away from different nature of their own focus, latching over towards would seem like some sort of glowing gleam of some sort of full nail that have been latched for only a bond to the ground. Their eyes begin to turn as they called it over towards the age of his direction, their voice lodged and called it as they did so as his body was from the curled up and onto the ground in front of him, his hands pressed up onto the end of the ground as he did so while I looked over at them with a twist of his own insert and defense, with one hand pressed over beside his profile, and keeping it firmly latched up against him within the hopes that he could attach himself from them-but their bodies as well as their words and if otherwise was now matching a barbiturances direction, and gleaming out towards where they were now beginning to twist their hands from their focus away from where they are focused as they now begin to instead turnip over towards or Bojack ones, and almost as if there was a certain kind of draw over towards whatever kind of community that he had, and the emptiness of what had possessed and took them did seem as if they're now beginning to take over towards that firm sense of their interests, and, within their deep misery that took them and uncertainty but yet still firm focus of what seem like that a natural attraction they had over towards whatever richness he possess that they had, did they begin to twist as they begin to turn their eyes uppervatorians's expression, and his eyes snapped over towards a Missy saw the way that they began to ease their hands away from the rope, turned, and quickly began to rush themselves over across the landscape, several of them staying over beside the robes but only because of the other is calling out for them to stay focused over and onto it, but their eyes deemed with extension of their own focus of panic as they begin to rush the way over to Bojack, his eyes wide and faulted as he twisted and began to see the way that they rushed to bother towards him in his direction and over and across the landscape.

"You!" One of them called out, and their hands were grappled up over between what between what seemed like another rope that was now being swung up over behind their palms that were they were now swaying up over against their body come up with a certain kind of shakiness but clear they had taken over some sort of deep training of what they had made themselves familiar with some time ago as it began to sway above towards the front of their head, their voice is called out as it did so as it began to snap over against their head as they twisted themselves up over towards the direction of Bojack-It was clear with the shakiness of his form, but nonetheless with still the focus and with the determination on it that they had practiced for a long time about what they are now latching on to as if they had physically even pre-prepared to be able to act on it as quickly as much as the opportunity had come to them. His ear is perked up busy began to step his way back upon seeing the way that they began to rush themselves over and across from the valley, and although he could feel nothing but that deep paralyzing grief that was within him, and knowing that acting on it was the only thing that could even remotely come to peace, at the very least acknowledging it, and acting on a no amount of the unlikeliness or whether or not the turtle was the answer, did he step his way back, his eyes flooded up with a deep exhaustion of his own uncertainty as he stepped his way back and saw the way that the rope quickly began to become dissued to birth against the side of where they're swaying up,hands of bargain society to the rope, as he quickly begin to call it against another as they rush them away and over across the valley, calling out to one another frantically, and himself stepping back as he looked over towards where you could see the way the rope that was drenched over with the deep smog of black that was surrounding up against it with a deep black emptiness, that was known twisting up as its band and disoriented over towards the air, his eyes snapped up over beside it, and his body snapped back as he did so as he looked over towards where it was sweating and twisting up over towards the movement of the space in front of them as a twisted and called out over towards where it was not projecting a perfect insulite of the sky in front of him. It seemed as if it was the opposite of that white and illuminated from one side and over towards the next that was over against the just a barely control of the islands of the civilizations that were drenching up and underneath it within their core of their firm focus as they continue to keep their hands latched up over against the rope. Their eyes were caught up, their expressions turns at turn as they kept themselves focused on it as best as they were able to, although it was clear that for the most part their eyes were only turned up over towards the extension of the side of BoJack into such a way that they had no interest or focus on anything except for trying to be able to keep themselves much deeper over towards where they could see the way that his eyes were caught up perforatorids his own disorientation, the lack of focus of anything that he had, the deep disparagement that took him, as he stepped his way back and looked over towards where the rest began to twist themselves over against the form of his eyes, as he saw the way that they began to expand themselves firmly and deeper within their arrogance, and twisted and launched up over towards the side of his expression as he saw the way that they launched himself further above towards his direction, their hands grind up over against the side of the rope as they did so, and latching out a calling over towards him to make themselves from the prova towards the end of the direction of her other hands were laughtered over towards those deep, empty mom down of the rope of that of which took them currently, leaving no hope, or of an extension for any focus of anything other than what seem like that deep arrogance coming and whatever it was at it caused that black robe to have even been guided up against them in the first place that were now pulling and guiding them forward, and with their eyes snapped over towards with that teeth mad and in grief that took their eyes, as he rushed themselves from the aper towards a friend of BoJack's direction. Only vaguely did he begin to manage to be able to use him since his body downward enough that as he looked over between them, he could only somewhat feel the way that there is a saw defense that took up against him as he turn and launched over towards where they rushed firmly over the side him, their eyes were blamed and twisted as they began to span themselves for their perpet towards the space of his expression, his eyes cut over between them within its teeth mythology of his own deep paralyzed grief, as he looked over between them come up and saw that that rope swing up over against the hand of the movement of the animal that was rushing over against him was doing so in such a way as they called out with words and with the shouting violence that at this point of BoJack was so blurred and attached from its own chaos, that by now he could only focus on having everything feel as if it was underneath the ringing of his expression, and turning his eyes forward and abruptly, to catch up over towards where he could, as best as he could home, to try to be able to find any way of what she can latch on and over towards that turtle swing up or against the front of him with the swing if its foot, which was although still unreachable, closer than what it had been before.

He let out an abrupt protest, and kneeled his body forward as he did so as he saw the way that the black rope began to become twisted and contorted above against his body as he stepped himself in word, trying as best to be able to launch away from where the black rope that was deeply bogged down by some sort of deep wretchedness of its own humanity, it was now reaching out to try to be able to pull up back over towards the grime of its own focus as best as it was able to manage. It's hands began to latch it over towards the side of Bojack as he began to curl his body and word as he saw the way that the rope latched and twisted up over towards his form, and even let out in abrupt hitch while he felt the way that that black bogged down smog energy and the layer of it to begin a grapple up over against the launch of the side of the gash of his own leg, twisting his body back, as he began a lot of the smoke cry that seemed as if it was expanding over towards the emptiness of the fog more than he wanted to be able to put on. his hands grappled up over beside his chest, his body twisted and crawled down over against the side of the ground as he did so, as he felt the way that the black parentized up and around his body as his body latched and called a bar against the ground

"You need to come" there was a slight trembling that came along with the reached out hand that came along with the bird that looked over at Bojack with a deep heated expression of his eyes, his hand reaching out over beside the various different rags are dressed over beside his palms as he snapped at a perva towards Bo Jackson's direction. His eyes seemed as if they were flickered with a certain kind of admitted unknowing fear that was flooded abrovitarian expression as he reached up his hands over to Bojack, although it was clear that there was something about it that had a crime of trembling for a cervatorides it as he reached his palms out over towards him.

Bojack could feel the way that his heart was flipping up over towards his chest as he saw the way that the hand raged out over towards him, the way that there was both a guard but at the same time a deep insistence that was inside of the bird's eyes that flashed a perfect against him while his hands trouble down to take his palm. His fingertips pressed up over towards his sweating palm, and his eyes slashed a barbiturates where you could hear the way that there was still that deep blasting of suffocation, of black, and of the increased calling out those kind of over from the buildings on the other side where herpesthet increased sense of what seem like that violence that was imploding over towards where the others had been a moment before-The parade of the game of what had been an attempt, although he had sensed the strain that had come along with the attempt and of the even just the stimulation of hope if that what they had carried, that a temporarily guided it forward. As you looked over towards where he could see the way that there was that called out over between those against the war, with that black busted fog that was over towards the sky in front of them, and would seem like I'm increased continued call out over between them from the war of their voices, he twisted his eyes as he looked over towards where he could hear that way that there was a clear sense of another force said it ended over towards whatever it was that they had tried to be able to cater to.

His expression was distracted and his eyes soft and powered, as he felt a deeper wretch nature inside of his eyes while he turned to looked over towards where he could hear that increased call that was going up over between where they continue to demolish and to expand and to hitch up against each other. Has he heard the way that there was a specific kind of mood as well as violence that was over on the other side of the building surrounding them as they're black fog stuck up over towards the air, he could only feel an increased erratic exhaust and disoriented sense that was broken up over and inside of his mind, far too connected over towards what he knew that he needed to do and what that looked like to be able to turn away from it now-he could feel a deep sense of despair, and is somewhere, similar to the way that he had when they're had initially been that blue combustment of light that have projected and destroyed itself over against the side of his mansion that one night what he remembered all that time ago that it caused him to fall over towards that deep grief and suffering, lonely and as exhausting and is horrifying as much as I've been at the time, that somehow falling fully into that black to feed rather than denying it, or of easing into a sense of denial have been the only thing that had caused him to even find what had a not initially been like a soothing bridge, both literally as well as emotionally, that had taken over towards all those erotic disoriented distractions that had taken them before, and had gradually led over towards the way that he had forced himself to simply take and the grief, the death of his own understanding of life, and ironically, by accepting it, that had been the first and only time when he had found the begun to truly live within that soothing depth of truth, even if it had meant his own death and that had come along with following it.

The other bird began to step further to BoJack, when he did not speak or knowledge over towards them. His breath hitched as he twisted his eyes back over towards the mess he did so as a serious Lord further back as he stepped his way with a mishap and stamp power between where there was that softguard and laid over between the both of them as they step away over between him within their insistence. There was a deep sense of sickness inside of the rise, and he recognized that focus of what seemed like both emptiness inside of their expressions that adjust to have had multiple lives and of the richness that they used to have possessed, whether they have been clear at full of clarity or whether they had understood that depth and that suffering or not at the time, it was clear that they were now all too aware that it was that fight even on the disorientation of the day is, the loneliness in the disconnect, that now that they're fighting for something that mattered, and now that they were forced to be able to fight over towards that full sense of that fully pure realized humanity again even if they were far away from it, that the closest thing of that of which they could get was to continue to fall that suffering, the closest thing to wisdom of what he had seen in their eyes, but he knew that he still had to follow his own personal version of it, should he have wanted to have been able to have fought it.

So he began to feel the way that his heart began to slightly begin to calm down over from the way that it was beating erratically over and into his chest. Slowly, did he begin to feel the way that that fight that was inside of him began to ease downright does he began to feel the way that his shoulders gently began to roll, and with a soft edge and a hitch of his breath did he slowly began to roll his shoulders down as he looked over between them, feeling the way that he was now forcing himself to fall firmly over and into that deep misery, rather than fighting or being in denial of it, or gramming up his headspace into distractions and ideas that had nothing to do with family falling over into that defeat. though his mouth was dry with fear, and his mind's sick, and with his body all too fully aware of that emptiness and of that destruction around him that was more than likely to happen, he began to feel the way that like letting go of the tendons of that of which came along with a narrative that he knew that would never happen, he instead slowly begin to feel the way that he was falling fully and firmly into it instead, like a certain kind of release of freedom of the truth of defeat, even if it meant his death, rather than fighting it.

"If you know me, and if you know anything that I've done, and if you know what I've continued to do just to try to be able to make sense about everything that's been taken for me, and if my natural response to trying to make sense of it or to make it bearable. And if the complete chaos of the insanity and the way that I've been wrecked around by everything, then you should know about that deep grief that I've carried that has led me to this point."

his voice was tired and breathless. All the while, the other man that was still yet squirming over between the two animals that were growing up and calling to infirmly as they kept their hands grounded up over against his body that withered upper towards the water continue to squirm, his voice contorted and his words and tone coming out into such a deeply inauthentic grime of way that is his body twisted in contorted and turned down with his body through sporadically twisting up within his increased fight and with the flame of his own twist above against their hands, and with his voice continuing to call out over within a gram and a twist and an erratic snap over against his sense as his body slapped and grimed a barber towards the ground. His eyes were enlightened with the deep sense of madness and his words were of one that that had spent far too long living over towards his own deep life that and let him to something that had never once ever truly leaned into anything that was real or worthwhile, and leaving him as cheap, and as disgruntled and as sickly as much as would have been expected from the lack of identity of that. BoJack, though he could hear just how truly wretched and sickly and torn that voice and that the rashing a body as a way to barv against the water actually was, with the other two animals firmly and quickly talking up against one other as they tried to talk to each other to keep them ease down over towards a thrashing of the water, could feel all too significantly about just how true that actually was, and ironically the only thing that caused him to keep his eyes firm the apartment between the two animals that were stood up in front of him and overthrew the water-an incredibly bittersweet and an utterly melancholic realization as he heard the sickliness of the way that the man continued to contort, and with his body and feed splashing and kicking up over through the water as he did so, the most profound suffering and of a cheap humanity left from what he had fallen into to begin with to have led into that point, never having leaned into anything real, and now that you had realized it, to full of despair to be able to go over towards anything other than that quick erratic disparagement of that of which took him currently.

one of the birds began to nod, although his hand was still raised out over to Bojack for him to take, and was even vaguely trembling to an extent where it seemed as if he was struggling to be able to reach his hand forward to gimpojack to take it. BoJack stepped his way back as he looked with an abrupt hench while he stepped his way back and looked over between them, the pound I was expression in his body curled in as he looked over between where there is that soft caution up against both of their eyes, although it seemed as if they were aware to some degree about that deep grief of that a bunch of Bojack was suggesting, the eternal emptiness and of melancholy and if that deep sense of that instring to complexity of that of what she carried within the human spirit that had ever caused him to have gotten to the point of where he wants to begin with. The look inside of the eagle's eyes firmly looked over against him as he did so as he kept his hands still half pulled out over to bojang, and it was clear that he was trembling himself with the weight of the grief of what BoJack spoke about, it's eternal deep complexity of that of which forest every single man or person that would have carried it to fall down into a full wake of its knees in terms of being able to see the way that it unrevealed of the true deep truth of the disparagement of humanity that most could only follow and could only face drunk, or inhabited with some sort of Jeep deep cheap cheap humor or a lie, because they could not face the true detrimental complexity and the suffering that seemed as if it went on for an eternity of that of which was focusing for them to put onto it if they did not lean over towards those cheap superficialities, and the truth and the authenticity of the weariness of Bojack as he had fallen into an unaccepted it, was fully revelated over towards the way that he looked to her the man began to step as we were towards him with the deep specification, and of a deep burning understanding inside of the melancholy of his eyes as he looked over to Bojack nodded, a deep grief inside of his expression that spoke that he knew exactly as to what he spoke, though it was clear that he did not want to.

"I know you. I know you're wisdom, despairing as much as it is, that caused myself and of everyone else and for this culture to end up to where it was. I know of the cheap attempts of trying to be able to turn our suffering or of our grief into something that would have been bearable, something that would have changed it into someone that would have been able to see him as if it was something that had everything of what we lacked before. Humanity, importance, being known and loved and deeply treasured and experienced and satisfied to what we didn't have before. I know everything of what you talk about, all of us do, it wouldn't be impossible for us to not. I know about the emptiness and about the grief that comes with the lifeline long that you spend with your cheapness and distraction that you had to, I know about the strangest, the emptiness, and they achieve days that you had have never once leaning on to anything worthwhile, until eventually the truth what was going on completely caved, and began to make you fall into it until the 8:00 you alive that had you break over towards the seriality that now forced you to see it within its entirety. I know, and I see you, and I recognize it."

"Then don't force me to be a part of your game. But don't force me to be a part of this deal that you're trying to make with the universe, of trying to be able to face it firsthand and trying to be able to turn it up, grime it and turn it into something that it will never be if you truly think that there's nothing that I can do to change anything about what you're doing. About the fact that you're basically just quivering on to the ground out that you realized about how empty you are and how much you failed, and it took the universe turning over and within itself for you to even come somewhat towards that have to understand that when it comes to grief like that, that I can't even stand it, and it bring the very time that I began to fully fall into that grief, when I began to accept the isolation, the craving for something that I didn't have that I wasn't sure that I would ever get, if I crave and could get it or that I'd ever deserve, that before I even said what managed to be able to recognize that, to an extent it was already too late, and that there is no guarantee I would ever have that, that I ever had, that I would spend the rest of my life and emptiness, but ironically it was falling into my own personal authenticity of that acceptance that was the closest thing that led me to anything that resembled freedom. But you can't emulate that. You have to accept it come and do what you can. You have to know that. You have to live by that wisdom because I can't give it to you. And you're only going to make the universe curve into itself even furthering whatever chance that this culture has in terms of being able to save itself, if you try to be able to force me to be a part of something that I can't be, that I don't want to be. You understand this."

His voice was trembling, but his words came out authentically, at least as much as he could hope to manage, even as his breath was coming out into a deep troubling of his own lack of focus as he stepped his way back and looked over between them, his eyes popped, his expression falter and trembling, as he snapped his eyes above between where they still kept continued to walk the way further.

"if your parade didn't work, and if you tried to be able to appease the universe that you could do what you wanted both with this man here, and with this culture, and whatever it is that you thought that you would need in terms of being able to bring yourself to enlightenment, then you know that you failed. You can't possibly go against the wrath of the universe of the truth about how wretched things are, about how you are, about the truth about the fact that we can't just try to be able to change or to go against that now. Don't try to ruin yourself now by trying to be able to pretend like things aren't the way that they are with you or your grief, your isolation or of your failed humanity or how you're so lost and emptiness that there is so little chance that you can be able to change it now. Don't do that, because at this point the only thing you can do is to do what I did and to Fall into it. Fall into the grief, the failure, the chance that maybe it is too late and that you are a completely alone. Ironically that was the only thing that gave me a chance in the first place. It may very well be the only thing that gives you a chance. But first you have to accept that, if you want to have a chance of being able to even someone get something out of it. You have to know this."

He was stepping his way back even as he spoke his words into the closest thing of an earnest desperation, a borderline begging of that of what she could manage even as he filmed the full pain layering outside of his breath. His eyes twisted as he looked over between them as he did so as he began to step his way back, and his hands is pressed over beside his chest as he did so as he looked over between them. He could see that there was a doubt flickering over towards the lack of wisdom that was inside of the bird's eyes as he continued to step his way of Barbara to Bojack although it was clear that, with his fingertips just slowly beginning to reach back cuz they're called a barbiturates his palms that he at the very least had the somewhat edge of decency to slowly begin to at least somewhat feel a sense of his own doubt over towards the way that he was easing his hands of Bojack to force him forward and beside his questioning. There seemed as if there was a certain kind of sober and deep wisdom that was taking away or whatever sense of their latching onto of pride, control, or if anything of what they could give them that would have stimulated the idea of their hopelessness with their lack of connection, or of any kind of hope of it, or of control, and instead of Sombra soft light begin to raise a bro returns psoriasis they looked over towards him with a soft, faltered reflection for a moment as they heard the way that Bojack spoke with such a deep sense of the trouble of his own insistence from the black of his own despair.

"Focus on your own despair. Please. On the fact about why you feel so caught up and alone. It's the only reason why everything fell apart and again a crack for me to fall into it to begin with. It's the only reason why it will continue to be."

His hands was curled up beside his chest, and he tells his head up over towards where he could see the way that the man was thrashing and curling down up over between the two bodies that were latched above her against the form of his body. His eyes were twisted, his expression contorted, although it seemed as if within the wake of how he was thrashing and fighting a barber towards those that had their hands grimed up against him that even he that was gradually beginning to calm, and a twist himself down into a deeply erratic miserable fight but slowly come up with his voice beginning to become increasingly more just don't disoriented, his eyes following down, until slow they did it seem that he was beginning to ease himself firmly within a deep despair of his own melancholy as he slowly begin to twist as his body to begin to fall that he's down with the somber acceptance over and dawn to the puddle of the water that surrounded him, body twisted in contorting, but slowly begin to use his body behind, with his expression to a stepping toward it against both of their bodies as they kept in firmly latched down and onto the water surrounding him.

There was another deep call, and one that was great latching up over between the various different blasting of both weapons, and of the black expanse in the way that there was a blast above horns a bullets surrounding them. It was something that had a certain kind of sense of what seemed like a deep inhumanity that suggested that it was not something that would have come over from any kind of physical path that they are, although there was no surprise neither in the burns that heard it, nor on the way that there was that slight change in flicker perpet towards their eyes as they step paused aparatory at the front above Jack. He claimed as a size over between the mess he did so, although that begging that was within his expression did not leave him as he flicked his eyes a perfect between the both of them while he continued to step his way intentatively back.

He began to feel that there was even the slightest hiccup of the opportunity for him to be able to walk himself away from them so, with a twist of the side of his feet, and it turn above her against his eyes as he looked over between them with a 0 sword back he gave a soft head to his breath, turned, and with his fingertips grappled further begins his palms begin to rush his way as quickly as he was able to over and across to the various different connecting gray buildings in front of his eyes, breath uneven and latching a perpet towards his throat but rushing himself over towards in between the grain buildings as quickly as much as he was able to, now relying on nothing but the seriality of that of which took him, no longer caring or focusing on anything other than the ability of focusing on it as he tripped over his feeding with his deepened black panic, rushed himself as quickly as much as he was able to and over beside the great buildings, and twisting his eyes forward as he could see even through the fog, the swing of the illuminated ropes that was turned in and out from the hint of the Korean black phone that surrounded above and between this way of the rope, and what that soft glimmer that came along with the poking out of the turtle and its nail that was easing up over between the sky, that he was rushing himself yet further still up over towards rotor was poking him easing out of him between the gray clouds surrounding the desperation of the tripping of his feet. He knew that his body was sore, that his mind was erratic and that is clarity over towards what he was doing before he was going was unlikely to read of any any kind of significant truth or of answer, but much length of the way that he had just spoken with his last word of desperation for clarity, he knew that with his own specific melancholic path, it was the first, and the only chance that he had of any kind of remarkable sense of being able to move forward into any way that would have offered him any sense of enlightment, that his deep and melancholic path of deep emptiness gum and then of desperation in a falling intuition alone was all that he would be able to follow.

"Bojack!"

The word called out, wretched, and twisted up barbiturines a tone of his word, as his voice latched at over towards further away his voice was twisted by over towards the air in front of him as he abruptly spoken. Even just from the tone of his word there was a violence to the way that he spoke, his words latching out over towards the space of her his voice crawled out as a trenched its way up over to the sky, but his ears flew back as he continued to quickly and saw really twist his way up over towards a landscape in front of him coming latching himself as quickly as much as he was able to and following only that deep melancholic murky to spare, the eroticism and the philosophy in his mind, the insertainty as to whether or not anything of what he did would be worthwhile was thrashing of it side of him, but he knew that he was under no impression to be able to do anything other than to follow as quickly as much as she's able to and to follow that deep complex melancholy, that desperation, he knew that to stop her to pause for even a moment but only to be taken up by the despair, controlled and small advised rather than to have a chance of being able to fight it, and with that bittersweet knowing within his desperation and bitterness and knowing that following anything other than that deep straightforward sense of need was all the control that he had come in as he rushed himself as frantically as he could have Barbara towards the deep compass of the landscape in front of him, his eyes puffed, and his breath coming out of towards a drive is throat, but even the gash on his legs, the cake on the blood of his palms, hardly mattered as he continued her radically speed is my forward above towards the landscape, until I looked over towards a cluster of the buildings I took up against his eyes while he paused, turned his head up, and looked over towards where they're looming up over towards the guide of his expression come out while he gleamed his eyes up over towards where he could see the way that they learned a purgatory towards the form of his eyes, pausing for a moment does he looked over towards a cluster cluster challenge between them, but still was that illuminated nail that was going to go from the turtle glimmering above towards the fog of the space, and he paused as he turned his eyes up, seeing the way that it was gently easing up with a glimmer but for between the clowns taking up over towards a melancholifer's eyes while they turn his head up and gazed over towards where it was past further through the sky. He looked over at it bitter sweetly, and to an extent, he was aware as he turned his eyes over against it then his bitter sweetness that if he did not manage to be able to follow that emptiness that it would swallow him alive, take into Poland further back over towards the surrounding that eased into him unless he found a way to fight it. he looked abrova towards it somberly, disoriented, and looked dormitories where no slickering now and then through the controlled various different swing but the ropes taking up and twisting beside the nail of the turtle. His expression was somber as he's stopped for a moment, breathing deeply with his eyes drenched over with them bitter sweetness as he gleam decides a birth towards it and swallowed thickly, his breath caught a perva towards his misery as he kept his eyes slashed up forward towards the front of it does he saw the way that it seemed as if it was an indifferent but it deeply afernal teasing and a focus over towards the closest thing to any tunnel of what he could get in terms of transferring to be able to even come close to finding the semblance of the humanity that he was looking for, complicated enough now that he didn't know what it would look like where he to find it, but he knew that he had to as his hand slashed up and crawled up over against his chance to all he looked over at it so I'm really in over towards a space of where it was slow that being dragged into a state of non-existence, further over towards where he could hear the way that there is yet more ominous crashing from the buildings, the latching up in the turn down from that deep expanse of the height of the concrete, the falling down of the twist of incumbent of that deep profound ongoing grief, as it fell and latched over towards the sky where you felt the way that I can tell you to be pulled up over through the extension of the emptiness of it.

"BoJack!" There was another call out over towards him, and his head snapped over the side of his shoulder, as his palms began to press further over towards the edge of the side of his chest while he turned, abruptly raising up his shoulders as he did so while he looked over towards where he could hear the way that those tones were calling out towards him, there seem to be a violence within it, and he had rushed himself far enough that it seems as if the birds rather than launching after or running to him, for instead looking over beside another as they did so as they readjusted their tones and looked at barf against one other, their words were lodged at over again so another as he swept above the side of their talk and their claim up over between one another, their words latched, called out, and sweeping up over towards the extension of their own quick questions and of thought of their controversy as they did so as he looked over between one another, their voice is in words called it over against to one another, their eyes and disposition in movement matching up over towards his direction as they did so while their words called out and claimed to Barb again so another within the expansive space that took them.

Although his fingertips were curled in against himself within his uncertainty, and his eyes were latched up with a deep burning of his own suffering and out of a knowing, as he looked over towards where he could see the way that the swinging of the rooms was poking above towards the sky in front of him, over beside the gray clouds that took up over towards the sky and then he used to borrow within itself again as it swept from the inside and out and over from the left and right edge of the side as he snapped his eyes up and looked over the side it, he could only feel a deep a form of his own knowing that violence, emotionally and psychologically, was the only way that he had any kind of hope of moving himself forward into any significant fashion. With his eyes twisting it forever towards the exertion of where he could see it the way of that to their foot was swinging it over towards the cloud of the space, he snapped his eyes upward, and then, pressing his lips together as he saw blade twisted his eyes he began to fall over towards that deep melancholic fatal grie-as he began to rush his way of Barbara towards the Gray in the buildings and swept up over between the compact spaces between them, and rushed himself for other Barbara towards the inside of the buildings surrounding it begins to miss him rushed himself over against the gray of the buildings that were completely devoid of their previous life, he focused only on over towards where you could see the way that the swinging of the rope was gradually using a barber towards him in Pope campus so I his eyes for a moment, and then slowly beginning to hitch as a began to curl and swept itself back girlfriend inside of the air in the clouds again, trusting itself in the poke of the inward and the outright as it did so, as its way to Barbara towards a side of where it was glamoring up over between the edge of the black fog that took it, swaying from one side and over towards the next and him following a perpet towards the way that it hung up over towards his features, as he continued to rush his way of Barbara between the building says he mentions he was able to, and continue to rush his way up over between the buildings taking and pervert instance direction as he swept himself over and between them as best as he was able to with his words caught up, and with his eyes frantically sweeping himself over between the closed of the buildings, but he knew, with his eyes flashing at Barbie towards the ropes and as long as he followed it, he had a chance.

there was several different distant boomings of something that seemed like that it suggested a particular kind of violence, every single one of which caused him to hitch as he closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, and then rolled up his shoulders as he continued to make his way aparate towards the edge of the increased congested buildings that took him as he did so while he continued to rush his way up over between them. The seriality that was inside of his head space, the unknowing of that of which took him, and that deep melancholic weakness was the only thing that gave him enough grounding to continue to rush his way over between the buildings as quickly as much as he was able to come up his breath caught a perpet towards the dryness of his throat come in his mindful of the focus of his own deep misery, they acknowledgment in the knowing of its own inevitability, as he continued to rush his way as firmly as he could have over between the space of the buildings taken against him while he did so, with as much quickness as much as he can manage.

There was more blast and that came over from behind him, and his eyes were twisted up as he continued to make his way up over between the buildings that's surrounded a perfect against his eyes, he gave up a small protest and a deep breath of his recklessness of desperation when he saw the way that the rope gently disappeared for a moment but then came back over through the phone, although with the pollution that came up from the increased shouting and the twist of over from the back of his body, and with the way the desires were twisted and turned over towards a swimming of the edge of the rope, and with his eyes snapping above towards where I could see the way I thought it was gently teasing up against him again and then gently begin to sway back and over and into the clouds, the only thing of what he was aware of in the only thing that he could see as he twisted his eyes and looked over towards it was the fact that he would only have so much time or of empty space to begin to follow the rope as he continued to sweep his way up over towards the buildings that surrounded up against the tripping of desperation and of his erratic and desperate focus.

There was a sound of what seemed like a continued sense of boom incumbent something that suggested a certain kind of deep physical overpass of some kind of statement that was happening over from behind him. His lips together as his eyes were focused and desperate while he continued to rush himself up over between the landscape of the building surrounding him, swallowing deep as he did so as he trying to specify the disorientation into focuservator towards that deep grieving melancholy that a new all too well-It was the only thing that would have given him the slightest chance of being able to find you, or to focus on the specific richness I knew they needed in terms of being able to find you, to make sense of that pain that he knew that unless you followed with a significant degree that would swell him alive otherwise, without any kind of sense or reason or at the very least kind of the soothing patience of the action and they acceptance of it. Has heard the way that there wasn't a continued around a call, and the booming over from what seemed like several different incredibly large massive violence of both material as well as focus and affection from behind him, he only cringe does he focus deeper within himself as he continued to, after a moment begin to rush himself further above against the buildings, breath kind of purgatory it's his throat, his eyes better sweet and desperate, as you try to spec to focus on how much is he was able to own the only thing that it ever made and not feel as finite or as impossibly small or as invisible as much as he had, which had only been by sharing over towards that addiction of what he had felt with you as you rush himself over between the buildings. The pain was on the edge of the verge of the side of his expression, his eyes bittersweet and curled up with himself as he did so as he made his way forever between the buildings, his expression erratic is sick into that deep detrimental personal journey of what he had forced to been fallen into deaf the chance of following you to begin with, has you tripped over his feet and rushed himself over between the buildings as best as he was able within his bittersweet melancholy and desperation it admitted disorientation.

He gave up on abrupt hedge of a breath coming stomping up over towards a side of his feet when he saw the way that there was two anamorphic animals, with both of their hands swing up over against the rope that was over to several different buildings but within the same aisle of that of what she was rushing through. His feet abruptly stoned, with his eyes wide and that's the zeros are back as he twisted a size up, his breath got barber towards his lips as he did so as he snapped his eyes are radically and twisted his eyes over to wear he could see the way that they were swaying up over within their deep sense of what was clearly their own erotic panic coming doing the best what they could to keep it over towards the deep focus of their portrayal as he stood and ease their hands a perfect against the world beside each other. Their bodies were stood up against one other and over between the rope that was gripped up against him as he kept their hands twisted up over beside it, their words caught up and twisted up against the side of the edge of one another as they did so while they kept their hands pressed up over beside the rope between each other as they did so as it seemed as if within their own fashion from the placement of where they had banned from trying to be able to keep the turtle focused, and their direction over towards it that they are trying to be able to methodically keep it over and twisted beside the rope as best as they were able to as they kept their hands gripped firmly begins aside for what they talk to even one another but they're increased focus all they did so up against the side of the rope sued over between their palms.

His feet tripped, and his eyes focused with the deep sense of his neuroticism as he looked over between the air of them. His breath caught of temporarily barber towards his throat does he presses lives together in small thickly looking over between the both of their bodies. There were side stepping, their words talking begins to another, their words God and, and their hands drenched up over beside the edge of the rope as they did so as their swing it from one side of the grass but their hands and over towards the other. With his body crawled up against himself collectively in his hands twisted barf against his palm, he looked dramatically above the side of the buildings take him over against his eyes, his hands drenched a pervitoid society the edge of the wall as you pressed his hands up against it, his ear is lowering down right as he gave a small summer bread than twisted his body down as he called himself down and began to lean up over beside the nearest mall that he could get to, and gray and as turned down as much as it was as his hands pressed up against it firmly. With his body leaning up against it heavily he twisted his eyes as he blamed of Barbara towards where he could see the way that they were talking him against another with their hands crept up barf against the side of the edge of the swinging of the rope, and they seemed as a their passing it from one side and over towards the next between their palms against one another as they did so.

There was another violent boom, and another sound of what sumika particular mark of something especially involved over from behind Bojack that sounded closer than it had been before. It was enough for him to allowed an improper to yell of his own surprise as he lowered his ears down and gave up a swear, closing his eyes as his hands began to press further up against them all next to him as he did so. His ears are back as his eyes twisted up while he turned his eyes methodically above between her he could see the way that the both of them paused for a moment, and their head abruptly turned over against the side of their shoulders, and tell one snap bit size of herbivore's Bojack entirely with its eyes closing above her within the sudden acknowledgment that twist up against the side of its eyes and that made up the animal, famili familiarity glimmer department against the side of its expression, twisting it set up over towards the side of its shoulder as it did so is it snapped over and chromised over towards for Bojack was about a couple of buildings the way between them but over towards the same aisle.

And then lower back as he did so as he began to chrome so further against the wall. His body curled in as he did so as he began to press himself firmly forever towards the side of the wall, curling his body and word as he did so as he pressed one hand over towards the side of the tension of his expression, but with his body clearly focused over towards the way that there is a glimmer of recognizability over towards the lizard's eyes, speaking of bravoids they go next to him, there was a clear recognizability, and then quickly after, a flame of light that slow they began to twist above towards the creatures extension as he twisted his hands over from where he was swinging the rope up against him a moment before.

He turned, speaking of what seemed like into a quick fashion as he began guide the rope up over towards the one that was beside him. The other one spoke over towards a deep connection of would seem like an acknowledgment, although the movement and the air within their bodies seemed as if it was quick over within an understanding as he began a sweep his hands up over beside the rope that was taken over by the hand of the other animal turn to set over the side of his shoulder, and he spoke over a clear word over towards down of which was beside Missy did so as his fingertips grimed up against it firmly, he snapped his head up over towards the side of her shoulder as his palms begin to grip over against the side of the road, twisted his hands as he grimed up against it firmly as he did so as he spoke over with an acknowledgment over towards him, and then come at the other lizard turned as he come up with a certain kind of silent arrogance without acknowledging over to Bojack directly that spoke that he knew that BoJack was specifically bent and not responding or acknowledging him and did he begin to walk as way down above towards the aisle, his eyes grimacing at Barbara towards with extension of his question as he twisted his eyes over beside him, and quickly begin to snap up his eyes as he began to walk his way with would seem like a particular abrasiveness, and over towards her Bojack was leaning in as his body was called up over against him, his ear sword back as he turned over with the faltered uncertain exhaustion, and as his eyes twisted while he saw the way that the lizard began to glimmer his eyes above towards in, there is a certain kind of understanding that began to crack above towards the front of his eyes, and then quickly, with his feet snapping up against him, began her rush his way firmly above her to Bojack, tilting his eyes down as he did so as he began to quickly rush his way with a quicker piece of perfect horns a sign of BoJacks direction. His pace was in such a way and with his eyes and lied into such a flame that he's a continued to rush his way further perva towards him, his feet began to quickly snap a barba towards the ground as his eyes and lighting up with the fire as he began to rush himself above towards and coming his feet using a barber towards the end of the ground as he did so as he began to quickly sway himself with a frantic pace above her towards the buildings between him as he rushed himself firmly and what the deeper extension of would seem like something that spoke of a violence just from the way that he was rushing himself firmly and quickly Barbara towards herbo attacked himself curled up beside the wall as he looked over towards him within a date but her sweet exertion, his ears are back as he began to see the way that he began to rush his way firmly and quickly a proverb towards where his voice began to call out, though it wasn't a BoJack, but with what seemed like some sort of deep straightforward abrasive agreement that seemed as if it was of a similar sentiment to that of which would have been able to speak a proper towards that incredibly abrasive ongoing sense of what seem like that straightforward and desperation that now began to move itself methodically above towards where there was those equally metallic and of quick voices coming up over from the other side of where they're speaking up over beside another within their severe desperation between one other from the other side of his shoulder.

He began to step his way back, and although he could keep his eyes flecked above towards the side of the rope, that the goat had gripped above her beside his palms, it was clear that if you were to rush himself over towards it that it would be more than likely and that there was going to be a certain kind of detrimental focus of what would destroy him where healed to allow himself to get to a kind of over to it. He turned his eyes frantically brother towards the rope, his expression not being able to help but to turn firmly brother towards where he could see the way that there was that swing of her against the rope and is desperation of needing to be able to stay over the side of asbestos he was able to, but with the quick movement of the lizard that was no rushing his eyes above towards him, and with his eyes snapping over against him with that firm exhaustion of his own a deep extension of his own desperate sudden arrogance come in the violence of the way that he moved over to botanic, he could sense that there was no hope except to be able to sleep sweep himself back, with his hands beginning to release up over from the side of the wall, his hands pressing up against him as he did so as he quickly begin to step himself away from the side of the wall and quickly began to brush his way over towards the nearest other entrance between the city buildings of that of which he could get to. His ears are bad, his eyes snapped up as he did so, has he began to rush himself over between the city buildings, although he kept hurting his eyes above her to where he could see the way that there was that sway of the rope, his eyes snapping above towards a desperately before it began to span outside of his fishing because of the need to be able to rush himself over between the buildings as quickly as much as he would have been able to. As you rushed himself above between the buildings that were in front of him as his feet tripped up, and with his eyes swing up over towards the next entrance of that of what she could get to in terms of any way that he could access the rope, he swallowed the clay, tilting his eyes up as he swallowed thickly, rushing his fingertips over between his palms, rushing forward as quickly as much as he was able to, and felt the way that his throat choked up as he began to make his way over between the buildings until he abruptly stomped over towards a further clearing, his hands pressing friendly over within his panting as best as he was able to, swallowing thickly as he turned his eyes upcoming his ears are back and his expansion twisted upright, as he looked over from the entrance that came along where, now that the other buildings over in front of him looked as if they have been knocked over from the movement of the planet that had knocked over against the top of their buildings in the height of them, he could see the way that there is a deep meandering in a movement from the others that were now begin to rush up over between the buildings, and could have a further clarity of where there was a movement of the crowd of their bodies, a twist over at their movement in the extension of the bodies as they began to what seemed like had several different islands of the twist of the several different forms of their focus is as they begin to problem for against the ropes next and next to them, just seen their hands above against the side of the rope, latching up over between the extensions of the forms of themselves, and seemed as if every single one had a certain island of trying to focus over towards swaying and gripping the rope up against them further so that they can latch him further and pull it up over conceal landscape between them as they called out abrasively and desperately beside one other comment while they were continuing to pull the ropes over between them within the islands of their own desperate focuses between each other.

He paused us his eyes looked over between them-his breath was coming out into a deep erratic exhaustion as he looked over to them with an overwhelmed exhaust as he tried to count his breath through the dryness and the wound of both his throat, as well as his panic that took him. But he could hear the way that there was that quick sway that came over from the lizard that was behind him, and is here is perked up as a panic latched over towards his throat as he snapped his head over, and saw the way that the lizard how now abruptly stopped over from where he was rushing his way up over between the build-his eyes snapped a perfect a BoJack, his expression glimmer to Barbara towards with an exertion of his own arrogance, as he stopped and looked over towards her Bojack's hands or pressed for him towards a side of the building. His breath caught up, his words caught above towards the exertion of his throat as he did so as he snapped and saw the way that the lizard's eyes claimed above her with the fire inside of his eyes, and then turn as it seemed as if he was calling out over towards that very exertion of those that had, with their metallic violence and with the sounds of their booming and of what their exertion of their own desperation, we're now calling up over and against one other quickly to try to be able to move the way up over towards where the lizard was rushing after bojack.

Although he could feel unknowing exhaustion and of a sense of despair of her coming in along with the deep thrash of the panic coming up he pressed his breath together as he looked over between where the lizard called out yet again while the sand snapped before vacancy exertion of his own rooms as he seemed to be guiding of her further sense of that deep exertion of the desperation and adventure connected chaos that was taking them. His hands continue to snap and to sprout it over beside him as he did so as he called out of her towards they arrest That's the landscape, and is red eyes snapped over the flame of fire Barbara towards her bojacklands, has his ears lower back Walls where it's caught up as you breathed with a deep exertion of the trying to swim is thrown to as he looked over the side him, his eyes flooded up with a panic as he did so as he began to touch himself from the wall, and begin to make his way over towards the other end of where he broke out in over towards that clearing of entrance in front of him. He snapped his eyes over towards very could see the way that there was a several different handful of islands of those animals in civilizations of other people they're wrapping up over against the rope, the way that there is a swing above against the side of their bodies as they called moved and twisted to Barb against where they continue to call out to one another frantically as quickly and as best as much as they were able to while they twist into bar between the space beside one another, and the rope swinging from one side and over towards the next as they did so, as they try their best to continue to call out over it towards where they were clearly trying to be able to move, within their disoriented exhaustion as best as they are able to the focus of the heat that came along with the movement of the turtle planet and if they're focus on it as best as they can manage.

Although his eyes and his mind was becoming increasingly more erratic within his own despair and admit it be wildamant, as he turned looked over between them he simply gave up a soft knowing breath as he began to turn over between them and the chaos that surrounded up against some within their movement of their islands of their focus against one another. with his hands grazing it beside the wall, he's now me twisted his body for a torrents they chaos surrounding him, and begin to rush his way over between the edge of the side of their bodies as he began to trip over his feet to make his vape over to them, his eyes turned a perpet towards aware, now that he knew that he was firmly over ago with emotionally as well in terms of his heir and the focus of his body that he was firmly in the clearing of their focuses of the forms of their bodies and what took them, he could sense the way that already, several of them within their intention were began to turn as he looked over towards him, and his eyes were a large vast and uncertain as he snapped his expression of barba towards the side of the movement of the terminal that was swing a perfect into sky in front of him, tripping over his feet as he did so as his words were latched over towards his throat, as he snap designs up, and twisted over towards where he could see the way that there was a deep movement of the twist of the form of the glomming up the nail that was broken up over towards the clouds taken up his eyes as he looked over towards it, kept his bonnet twisted in, and continued to rush his way over and across the landscape as quickly as much as he was able to, keeping his hands pressed although he knew it was needlessly and finite, over beside the bittersweet exertion of his somber in nature as he continued to rush his way as quickly as much as he would have been able to, and over towards were several them begin to turn as he twisted over towards where he rushed his way over towards where their bodies were twisted and ground up against one other and over against the twist of the ropes of where they're pulling up and calling the side each other.

One of them began to call out, although it seemed as if it was both with a big waterment as well with the direct acknowledgment of a torrance his entrance. His ear is lower back as he looked over between where he could see the way that does several of them seemed as if they're spanning out to the question above a torrent's direction, and he swallowed thickly as his ears lowered back as he began to try to keep himself from following her from falling over towards that deep sense of that sudden focus of the erratic energy coming The twist and their commands as well as would seem like their fall during a sense of their sin disparagement that took them, as they turn to begin to focus servo towards their son and acknowledgment over towards the way that he was rushing himself over towards them. His eyes were bitter sweet, his feet tripped down as he began to ease himself onto the ground, his hands reached out over towards the ground as he did so as it says grounded over onto it, and serious Lord bone, his eyes allowed up into a firm focus of his own deep candor of his own desperation of weakness as he temporarily caught himself over against the ground, then twisted his eyes up as he turned over towards where, and the only thing it was making him have any kind of sense of focus or of any kind of sense of relief at all, with his eyes and twisted a perpet towards where he could now firmly see and clearly where the rope was in front of him rather than only poking him over between the fog every now and then. As his eyes turned above towards it, his ears perked up as he looked apart from the side where he could see the way they were swaying from one side and over towards the next, his ears parked up as his breath caught a barbiturates his throat while he looked over towards where it was swaying over with would seem like a soft teasing up over against his eyes as he twisted it and looked over towards where it was poking and prodding out from one side and over towards the next up against this way of the clowns that took up against his expression as he looked over beside where it was swing up over between his eyes.

Already come in several of them were beginning to ease their ropes away from different nature of their own focus, latching over towards would seem like some sort of glowing gleam of some sort of full nail that have been latched for only a bond to the ground. Their eyes begin to turn as they called it over towards the age of his direction, their voice lodged and called it as they did so as his body was from the curled up and onto the ground in front of him, his hands pressed up onto the end of the ground as he did so while I looked over at them with a twist of his own insert and defense, with one hand pressed over beside his profile, and keeping it firmly latched up against him within the hopes that he could attach himself from them-but their bodies as well as their words and if otherwise was now matching a barbiturances direction, and gleaming out towards where they were now beginning to twist their hands from their focus away from where they are focused as they now begin to instead turnip over towards or Bojack ones, and almost as if there was a certain kind of draw over towards whatever kind of community that he had, and the emptiness of what had possessed and took them did seem as if they're now beginning to take over towards that firm sense of their interests, and, within their deep misery that took them and uncertainty but yet still firm focus of what seem like that a natural attraction they had over towards whatever richness he possess that they had, did they begin to twist as they begin to turn their eyes uppervatorians's expression, and his eyes snapped over towards a Missy saw the way that they began to ease their hands away from the rope, turned, and quickly began to rush themselves over across the landscape, several of them staying over beside the robes but only because of the other is calling out for them to stay focused over and onto it, but their eyes deemed with extension of their own focus of panic as they begin to rush the way over to Bojack, his eyes wide and faulted as he twisted and began to see the way that they rushed to bother towards him in his direction and over and across the landscape.

"You!" One of them called out, and their hands were grappled up over between what between what seemed like another rope that was now being swung up over behind their palms that were they were now swaying up over against their body come up with a certain kind of shakiness but clear they had taken over some sort of deep training of what they had made themselves familiar with some time ago as it began to sway above towards the front of their head, their voice is called out as it did so as it began to snap over against their head as they twisted themselves up over towards the direction of Bojack-It was clear with the shakiness of his form, but nonetheless with still the focus and with the determination on it that they had practiced for a long time about what they are now latching on to as if they had physically even pre-prepared to be able to act on it as quickly as much as the opportunity had come to them. His ear is perked up busy began to step his way back upon seeing the way that they began to rush themselves over and across from the valley, and although he could feel nothing but that deep paralyzing grief that was within him, and knowing that acting on it was the only thing that could even remotely come to peace, at the very least acknowledging it, and acting on a no amount of the unlikeliness or whether or not the turtle was the answer, did he step his way back, his eyes flooded up with a deep exhaustion of his own uncertainty as he stepped his way back and saw the way that the rope quickly began to become dissued to birth against the side of where they're swaying up,hands of bargain society to the rope, as he quickly begin to call it against another as they rush them away and over across the valley, calling out to one another frantically, and himself stepping back as he looked over towards where you could see the way the rope that was drenched over with the deep smog of black that was surrounding up against it with a deep black emptiness, that was known twisting up as its band and disoriented over towards the air, his eyes snapped up over beside it, and his body snapped back as he did so as he looked over towards where it was sweating and twisting up over towards the movement of the space in front of them as a twisted and called out over towards where it was not projecting a perfect insulite of the sky in front of him. It seemed as if it was the opposite of that white and illuminated from one side and over towards the next that was over against the just a barely control of the islands of the civilizations that were drenching up and underneath it within their core of their firm focus as they continue to keep their hands latched up over against the rope. Their eyes were caught up, their expressions turns at turn as they kept themselves focused on it as best as they were able to, although it was clear that for the most part their eyes were only turned up over towards the extension of the side of BoJack into such a way that they had no interest or focus on anything except for trying to be able to keep themselves much deeper over towards where they could see the way that his eyes were caught up perforatorids his own disorientation, the lack of focus of anything that he had, the deep disparagement that took him, as he stepped his way back and looked over towards where the rest began to twist themselves over against the form of his eyes, as he saw the way that they began to expand themselves firmly and deeper within their arrogance, and twisted and launched up over towards the side of his expression as he saw the way that they launched himself further above towards his direction, their hands grind up over against the side of the rope as they did so, and latching out a calling over towards him to make themselves from the prova towards the end of the direction of her other hands were laughtered over towards those deep, empty mom down of the rope of that of which took them currently, leaving no hope, or of an extension for any focus of anything other than what seem like that deep arrogance coming and whatever it was at it caused that black robe to have even been guided up against them in the first place that were now pulling and guiding them forward, and with their eyes snapped over towards with that teeth mad and in grief that took their eyes, as he rushed themselves from the aper towards a friend of BoJack's direction. Only vaguely did he begin to manage to be able to use him since his body downward enough that as he looked over between them, he could only somewhat feel the way that there is a saw defense that took up against him as he turn and launched over towards where they rushed firmly over the side him, their eyes were blamed and twisted as they began to span themselves for their perpet towards the space of his expression, his eyes cut over between them within its teeth mythology of his own deep paralyzed grief, as he looked over between them come up and saw that that rope swing up over against the hand of the movement of the animal that was rushing over against him was doing so in such a way as they called out with words and with the shouting violence that at this point of BoJack was so blurred and attached from its own chaos, that by now he could only focus on having everything feel as if it was underneath the ringing of his expression, and turning his eyes forward and abruptly, to catch up over towards where he could, as best as he could home, to try to be able to find any way of what she can latch on and over towards that turtle swing up or against the front of him with the swing if its foot, which was although still unreachable, closer than what it had been before.

He let out an abrupt protest, and kneeled his body forward as he did so as he saw the way that the black rope began to become twisted and contorted above against his body as he stepped himself in word, trying as best to be able to launch away from where the black rope that was deeply bogged down by some sort of deep wretchedness of its own humanity, it was now reaching out to try to be able to pull up back over towards the grime of its own focus as best as it was able to manage. It's hands began to latch it over towards the side of Bojack as he began to curl his body and word as he saw the way that the rope latched and twisted up over towards his form, and even let out in abrupt hitch while he felt the way that that black bogged down smog energy and the layer of it to begin a grapple up over against the launch of the side of the gash of his own leg, twisting his body back, as he began a lot of the smoke cry that seemed as if it was expanding over towards the emptiness of the fog more than he wanted to be able to put on. his hands grappled up over beside his chest, his body twisted and crawled down over against the side of the ground as he did so, as he felt the way that the black parentized up and around his body as his body latched and called a bar against the ground

His eyes turned over to the rope that had been lodged up that was nail split above her beside the ground. The black fog that was surrounding up against it began to contort as it whether to begin itself in the way it happened thrown up onto the floor, The Black smog coming out of bed into such a way and weathering that it seemed as if it was fully aware of it towards the focus of its destruction of what had used to try to be able to latch up onto the side of his leg. His head turned up over the side of his shoulder as he just barely managed to collect himself, although the combination of the panic and the disparagement and the grief that was inside him that he could just barely manage to recollect enough to be able to find a road map of being able to act on it was so deep that he could barely focus over towards that thrashing over of the withering rope that was easing up over beside the black smog twisting up against the curl up against it and on to the ground, although it was clear the more that he was nearby the black smog that was surrounding it as well as the whaling and the withering that came along with it that there was a deep sense of suffering universally of what it had collected that I brought it to that point to begin with.

He snapped his eyes over towards where he could see the way that the rest of the animals were slowly beginning to recollect over beside one another, turning as they called out as best as they were able to within their technicality, the other one beginning to rush over to grip its hands over beside the black fog of the rope as it snapped it over against the grace of its palms. it turned its eyes up, gripping it sands of over against the rope as its way up over against its pawn as he began to sway it further up against the block that surrounded up against its form. It turned as a twisted his size of Barbara towards the rest of the crowd of the animals that were now beginning to grip their hands further entirely against their ropes, and against their robe, tightly growing up against the side of the edge of their bodies as they did so as they called up against another within that quick technical form of that violence coming and sound to their heads as they turned and looked over to Bojack abruptly I see the glamored his eyes within his own frantic desperation over between the majority of them, and slow they begin to raise himself up as quickly as much as he was able to, although his eyes instantly lathered up with a deep sense of exhaustion as he gave up abrupt hitch of his pain when he felt the way that there is a shoot up against his body and his life, and he abruptly began to feel the way that his body curled and prospect downward again, his expression cramping in as he did so as the breath knocked out of him as he crawled down and onto the ground.

"Collecting! Now!"

That was the only thing that Bojack could manage to be able to discern over towards the various different hard technicality of the way that they were calling and thrashing up against one another within their panic upon seeing him. He twisted his eyes, blurry and double visioned over between them as his hands was pressed up over and onto the ground coming his body only somewhat began to raise itself up as he did so, his hands grappling up and his expression sore as he began to sway up over from where he had abruptly began to slam himself from the ground in front of him, his other hand raising up as he pressed it over towards that deep and now even more demanding ache that had buried itself inside of its head that seemed as if it was demanding further for him to come a part of it, but now, knowing what the universe was doing in terms of trying to be able to use his body in the last of his own individual human spirit for its own bidding coming He knew that he had no interest in terms of wanting to be able to fall into it

rather instead, his eyes snapped up as he quickly began to raise himself up from the way that he had been slammed and onto the ground. Although he could feel the way that there was a deep burning and a leftover of aftermath from the way that the rope had temporarily affected the gash that was on the side of his leg, of what she could abruptly turn with his eyes small and his expression wide and exhausted while he saw the way that that smog was spilling out from it as he quickly began to raise himself up as much as the sore body of himself could allow, but his eyes blinked frantically as he began to see her before there was a new sense of it seemed like a black pollution that had partially come over no down from the effect of the rope that had initially hit itself against the gash of his leg in the first place. Keep linked frantically, and delicately, as he began to raise himself up as much as he was able to while his hands gripped over against the side of his palms, and bitter sweetly we began to twist his eyes at Barbara towards where he could see the way through the erraticism of his exhaustion and of his disorientation tried to be able to see a place where he would be able to grip himself onto any interaction of that ropevand whatever way that he could and would have been able to manage.

The calls that came from the several different animals that were surrounding each other continued to increase, and it was clear that at least more of them were beginning to struggle to be able to stay focused over towards the grime and the focus of the rope of just barely managing to keep their collection over towards what they wanted to do with the planet of the turtle which, as BoJack and barely managed to turn his eyes and to look over between that black fog and its pollution that had different temporarily overtaken him because of the fog that had slung up against his body and disposition, he snapped, as he turned and looked over towards where he could see the way that it was only floating up within those small hints now and then overthrew the block the great fog the clouds that surrounding up against the edge of it's overwhelming overpass of itself.

"Now, back! Over here!"

A violent word begin to call it over towards his direction, And he began to step his way back away from them, as much as he was able to find the clarity being able to do so, although he seemed as if he had undermined about just how much the effect of the black edge against the side of the gash of his body would have been able to give him. That deep heaviness of that grief, is overall knowledge of the fact that he had to do something to try to be able to amend it was all that he could be aware of as he gradually begin to size step his feedback and over from the ground. His hands pressed over beside his snout, His eyes blinking erratically as he did so as he began to let out his own soft rasp of swears underneath his breath, and began to step his way back as much as he was able to even though it looked as if his eyes come as well as whatever kind of clarity that he had had at the very least to know to follow the grief, temporarily polluted because of the black of the rope that had temporally hit up against his already increasingly more torn down and wretched body.

There was an increase call out over between the two of them as they continue to latch themselves over towards his direction, the handful with the violent fire that was inside of their eyes as they began to switch over several of those black ropes that same as if it was a certain kind of curse from the universe that should have been avoided, but somehow, they were twisting to use it over towards their own benefit, at the very least with as much energy of what they could have managed. The rope began to sling from one side and over towards the next does their hands grow up against it, their eyes easing over with an increased mania as they did so as there was a black smog twisted over between them with a wrote that same as if they all had their own personal focus on as they began to throw some foot of it from one side of him and over towards the next, looking over at each other with the deep form of their own statement as they did some, as the black smaller continued of between them we're keeping themselves distributed and collected over between where they are trying to function between that just barely small pinch of control of which they had as much as they would have been able to collect. As the ropes and as their bodies switched over between them with the certain kind of dance that was from the Black road that seemed as if it was impossible even to be able to follow, they finally snapped their rise above her to wear Bojack was beginning to step his way back, and he twisted his head over the side of the shoulder as a parody towards where, over from the buildings that surrounded up against the solid filtering of the melancholy of his eyes, he began to snap his eyes up and over towards a place where he could see that, although it both shocked him and terrified him and intimidated him all at once, that nail, with all of its eliminated glow that somehow was still accessible although was high up, was still available as he saw the way that it was closer above the several different miles from the way that have loaded up against him and over through the black fog of the gray more than he would have thought.

"Stop-" His words left his lips as he spoke, that's best as much as he could have managed as he spoke a quick breath of a protest, although he knew that it was finite and a meager attempt, has he turned his eyes breathlessly over between where he could see the way that they are now be gained to latch themselves further and over through the fog to move their way of Barbara towards his body. His hands pressed with an egg over from where he could practically feel the way that the depth of the universe and that's command of trying to be able to pull him over and into it was no getting to a point where he could feel the way that it was grumbled and commanding above against the side of his head come up the way that it was grappled and twisted and turned apart against the disposition of his body as he snapped his desperation at this desperate expression over between the crowd meandering towards him. He turned his head over the side of a shoulder, and looked over as quickly as much as the blurry mania of both of headspace as well as emotion could see as best as he was able to over from where he could see where there is even the slightest connection from the gleaming over of the male in front of him and with the way that it was connected to the rope, and, both to his surprise as well as his desperation in shock as his eyes begin to follow the form of the rope he saw the way that it did come indeed come in latch itself down all the way over towards where it was grumpled up in gripped over beside one that was standing underneath it, hands grappling over towards the side of where there was a small collection of three several different civilizations of those that were dancing over at the bottom of the road, dancing turning, and calling up against one other as they did so as they tried to, although it was clear they were abrasively distracted from the way that their heads turn over their shoulder with their eyes cleaned over with a focus of curiosity over to Bojack while they call it between one another, that they were doing the best that they could to try to be able to find a full grounding up against the rope, and focusing on it, although it was clear they were losing both their sense of control and belief and faith as well as even their focus on the rope in general

Not being as nearly as discreet as much as he would have liked considering that he was being led more so by shaky devastation more than anything else, with his eyes wide and with his expression faltered and desperate as he snapped his eyes above tours or he could see the way that there was that small party that was only about half a mile away from where he was, the closest of what he could get to with all the various different robes of what there must have been at least six total just from that small pinch of that landscape alone, and it was clear from the way that the animal that was turned over towards him within its abrasive focus now his eyes have a torns for Bojacks wide, falter and desperate expression with snapping up over between the crap beside him. It's arrogant expression twisted over towards where there was that dance a party underneath the road, and then it twist as its eyes flared up with its own understanding as it began to arrogantly snap its eyes up towards the direction of Bojack again as its hands begin to grapple and twist every towards the black mug of the rope again, firmly this time with the sense of violence that BoJack's eyes snapped over towards both his eyes were bulged and panicked coming as he stepped his way back and turned into I saw the way that it began to swing and sway up over towards the edge of his direction within its violence, and clear intention now of trying to be able to use whatever it was that it could come up with in terms of watching over towards the selfish relief of what they needed for him to do.

"Hey! Wait!"

His voice was breathless as he tripped his way up over across the valley, and his eyes, burning as much as they were in black above with the thought of the pollution that come up over from the effect of the rope, continue to snap it's desperation of over between those are close to barbican's layer of the swinging of the rope beside each other. Several of them begin to turn as he looked over towards where they could hear the breathlessness that came outside of Bojack's not to come up His eyes snapped up over towards where he could see the way that their hands are firmly grappled and twisted underneath the rope that was taking as it was switched up over between them. As he heard the way that his voice abruptly called out with an attentive desperation, more emotional than it was of anything else of any kind of logic, he saw the way that they began to twist the rise of proper towards where they could see that he was moving over across the valley and over towards their direction.

their eyes turned up over beside one another before the even so much is acknowledged the way that he rushed over to them, his words cut apart towards a hitch of his breath and the triple of his feet as he tried to be able to make the river towards where their hands were guided a perfect against the rope between one another. They began to talk to one another, lowly and quickly, and with some of their eyes turning over with a continuiver towards or he was rushing his way of profit towards them, it was clear that there was something that was far from a welcome that was flipped over between the rides what they saw how he began to rush himself further over between their bodies and the exchange of their hands.

He only continued to move solely outside of the desperation of knowing that trying to be able to collect himself towards what they were doing was the best and the only chance of what he was going to have at that point of having you in the slightest access over to the turtle, he gave up a quick cart nod when he saw the way that they sent The rise of barberton's their direction come in one reached up its hands as it pressed it over towards the palm of the other, talking quickly as it did so, the other nodding as it kept it stands from legally into Barbara beside the rope, and twist its palm up against Desi did so as he began to thrush it up and over towards where there was that swing of the rope apart between the sky as he began a tongue and grounded up over the side his pawn as best as he was able to while I pulled and tugged it back firmly, although it was clear that there is a risk if only from the way that it was pulling himself over from the landscape that surrounded him that it was an unusual expectancy for him to keep that the way to lift it over beside his hand on the rope.

Bojangles twisted a bermato to where he could see the way that there was one anamorphic animal that begin to turn its eyes apurgatory It's him, from where he and led the rope a profit towards his companion; His eyes were now snapped over with a certain kind of deep violence of Barbara to Bojack, SEP begin to call Barbara towards his companion while they both began to sweep up a rope against each side of the edge of their bodies and beside this their shoulders. With her eyes glinting tentatively with the deep edge of their own disparagement did they begin to walk themselves over towards him, although with the movement of the pattern of the way that they walked, there seemed to be asserting kind of deep disparagement of hesitancy between them, a deeper abrupt violence, though it seemed as if they are aware of his grief as he began a trip over his freedom rushed over towards where they begin to turn with the right stopped a proper towards where he was crashing his face quickly as he could have bore for between their bodies and their somber weaponized extent of their defense.

There was a quicker call out that came up over from the back and although it was clear that it was fairly far away, he turned a set up over the side of his shoulders as his breath got above towards his throat, his ears turned back as he did so as a gift a quick edge of a breath while he turned and heard that there was yet more black disparagements of destruction that was happening over from where the sheep and been dancing and had gone along with in their patterns a moment before. He paused from the way that he was rushing himself frantically above towards where the two animals were walking barber towards them, guiding over at least a handful of their own attention briefly as they did so, and his ear is lowered back as his eyes now to for his shoulder as his voice ached up as he turned, and Grandma's desires towards where he could see, now clearly, there was several different sheep woman to comment similar to the ones that had danced themselves over within their focus before, that were now beginning to stumble over the feed as they rush themselves frantically back whatever from where they had is themselves underneath the bridge among before within their dance. Their feet were tripping over themselves, their body crawled in where it is needed so as it was clear that there was a certain kind of ripping of yellow that was up against the fabric that adored over against their now clearly disoriented bodies. Only a handful of them began to stumble out to come up with the ripping of their yellow fabric dressing above against the forms of their movement, their bodies were twisted as the grapped up or against when other is they tripped and stumbled their way out of underneath the bridge, the right slashed over between one other within aqueous disparagement of something that suggested something that was as deep of a violence as much as would have been expected from the horror of the way that the noise had called out, BoJack's fingertips rest of our size palms, has a zero sore back will they twisted and saw the way that it was clear that they were caught up with some sort of destruction that had taken them from the way that they had temporarily been pulled up over towards whatever kind of focus of battlement that happened on the other side, and they are carrying that grief and disorientation with them as much as you expect as they turned, and quickly called out and latched the words of bar between one other has it seems if they're coming over to whatever kind of sense of conclusion that they're able to while their words can two to latch call, and despair up against another wall they try to collect themselves and define their place from what had occurred from the black and they increased fog of the disorientation and of the violence happening on the other side of the two burnt down blown the walls of the cement beside them.

And the pitiful way that they call it against one other, the terror of their yellow dress and the way that they are contorting is a thrashed apart against another within their exhaustion coming it was enough to make BoJack more disoriented as he clean his eyes and looked over between them, but it was only when he began to hear the way that there was another violent swing of thrash for a rope, and if I let twist of a call at over from the rare that he was standing up against himself, it is a tension abruptly snap over towards where he could hear the way that there was that call of a snapping over in the twist of a rope, that same violence of that of what she had been succumbed to among before both the terms of its spirit as well as physicality, and, with his attention being turned away from the handful of the several different chief women that were stumbling as they cross the way out, hands of withering up over against their dresses they stumbled for one side and over towards the next day sweet and kept it a side of another and did his eyes and their bitter sweetness glimmer up as he twisted abruptly and looked over towards where you could see the way that the other animals were cameras were now begame to ease their bodies above the side and coming raising up their forms talking against one of the lowly, and grappling their rope up over against the side of the palms with the black that splattered over against their hands, all that was clear that they're violence into an extent, as much of a warning as they could manage, was surrendering above towards the sign of his body and his direction, as a zero sore back while he stepped back and over towards the front of the rope that was still illuminated and why did that was itching up over against the nail of the turtle swing above against the buildings.

"Stay down! Collect yourself, put yourself down!" one hard voice begin to call out over to bojang, and as he listen to the way that there is that command that was coming out over from the way that their hands were grappled firmly perfect against the rope, his ears are back as he began to probably feel the way that he gave a small trouble of a hedge of a breath and, on instinct, began to use his body down as he surrendered his body trembling down and onto the ground in front of him, although he turned his eyes while his hands dumbled up over against the path as eternity calculated about how quick and how feasible I'd be to get himself over towards that way illuminated rope, as he snapped a set up over the side of his shoulder and turn as he looked over towards her at the way it's way to perfect across the clouds of the sky to give against his eyes as he twisted and looked over towards it, he could see the way that the one that happened left to take charge of it was just barely managing to be able to use its his strength in order to be able to keep a closed down, and his eyes seemed as if they knew it, as expression snapping appropriate poetic as his body was snapped and grabbed over against the road, swayed and twisted and pulled forward to forward towards the side of the edge of the valley, his eyes surrendered and melancholic strange, and, as he looked over towards the seed in front of him, and himself letting out abrupt call as he did so as he kept getting abruptly swayed and pulled and focused and private towards further against the landscape before he was called further upright and across the valley, it seeming that it was only the other expansions of those that were managing to be out of call out into command each other being the only thing that managed to be able to keep any kind of grounding from the turtle at all to begin with.

"Leave me alone. You don't have to do this."

His voice was troubled as he turned, but he could feel the deep layer that came up over against the desperation of his throat as he swallowed thickly, twisting his eyes as he turned over with the depitch of excels breath will a twisted and saw the way that the animals begin to walk themselves over beside him, black rope have you up over against the edge of the side of the palms as they began to walk the way Barbara towards a Bojack of Desiree sorry back, his eyes desperate as he twisted above her against the side of them, crawled up as tentative and it's just really as much as easy able to while his hands first firmly and over against the ground in front of him, grappling onto it, just for the sake of making sure that he could stay firmly focused over towards the despair of what he cut as best as he was able to, and of his own personal placement of even just the smallest plan the funny could have with it.

more sheep woman began to spell themselves out underneath the bridge, their voices were about as clustered and as desperating calling out over against one another within their exertion of desperation as much as would have been expected, as Botox all the way that within the handful they began to step as they grapple their hands out, their voice is calling out within a deep and black disparity did socially looked over towards one another but then that deep form of their exhausted melancholy while their hands grabbed up over against their dress, he only swallow thickly, looking over at them with that small dry hitch begins his own knowing that the towards their eyes, as he took in the clear extent of what was their wretchedness of their dress that took over between the Missy grappled and press their hands over against the destroy of their emptiness. A black fog surrounded up against them, seeing as if it was complimenting or confirming over towards our disparagement of heaviness and of their deep defeat, and BoJack only felt further threat and seeing the way that they rushed themselves out, bodies hitching in red hands grappled apart against the side of the tear of their dress, as it was clear that despite the poison that surrounded them that they are finding something, any reason of what they could to try to be able to collect themselves from underneath the way that they're spat out from the bridge.

"Stay down. You don't have as much of an ability to change things as much as you would think. You think that you know how to be able to get over there come how to change things, but you don't buried stay down, don't try to be able to take control, I promise you that we have better violence and more unexpected ways of defining against you more than you might think."

The voice that came out from one of the anamorphic animals that had its black robe twisted above against its palm snapped its tone it over towards him with a deeper proud for him to call, snapping up as it called up over through the edge of the breeze using apart from the side it as it did so. It was clear that to an extent, it's voice was trembling more than I wanted to be able to let on, and it's BoJack twisted his eyes a barber towards where he could see the way that the animal begin with twisting his body over towards him, his hands trumbled up forever towards the end of the black rope, and that he was still speaking and a such a way if it does for guide of his own need of trying to be able to convince him over towards his control, if there is any way of being able to, as his voice troubled and latched a pervert towards where he was clearly doing the best that he could to use a proper to resistance of control as best as he was able to as his voice wavered up and over across the valley.

"I can't." His voice broke over towards the way that he spoke, and he let it a soft, edge of his own troubled breath as he did so is his hands grappled for their perfect and society of the ground and then, snapping his head up over towards where he could see the way that there is the other two animals again most beginning to walk above the side and, hesitantly to hear a sword back as he began to raise himself up, his hands dirty and grind as much as you were raising himself upward from the edge of the side of the space coming looking over towards with the deep lowering of his eyes as he began to slowly raise himself up, feeling lonely that deep increasingly more distorted surreal melancholy that was surrendered above towards his mind as he began to raise himself up from the ground. He twisted his eyes as he looked over towards where they began to walk specifically over against the side of him, it was clear that their hands were trembling of their attempt of what they were trying to be able to project even within their own belief, that they did come in fact, have a control over the universe and of the way that they wanted to control that come out if only from the way that his hands was trembled firmly against the side of the black of the rope surrounding up against his poems which it seemed as if he just barely managed to have any kind of significant control over, and yet, it was clearly trying to be able to project as buses he was able to as if that he did, if only for the sake would seem like a deep trembling, and the desperation of trying to be able to latch over towards that sense of control, where it was clear that in the wake of being able to face the meaninglessness or the failure of his cultural correct caving up into itself without being able to feed the universe coming or with not being able to use Bojack, that they are going to concave over him within themselves almost instantly, his hands jumbled with the fear his eyes were enlightened with a starting kind of threat to come in and it was clear that he could just barely manage to move himself forward, though he's still continued to try to do so, other is that deepest threatened side of his eyes it seemed as if it would have suggested the deepest fate of despair, and they were aware of the fact about just how delicate their attentive nature for control actually was coming to get still did they continue to walk themselves further forward and over towards Bojacks direction.

His breath pressed together, and as I snapped over towards where his ears are back as he snapped his expression over to where he could see the way that there was that clear for a minute and light and fire that came over towards the other animals that now are beginning to rush themselves over him with the time extension of their own insistence, their arms were crossed and their arms were lighting with the black red fire up against him, and his expression snapped over the pout as he turned his eyes up within his melancholy, twisting his eyes above towards him as he did so as he slowly begin to raise himself up, even as his hands were dirty grimed and twisted, he gave his hitch as he tried to be able to fight a barber towards his own disgruntled despair that seemed as if he was getting increasingly more thick the more that he was in the wake of the choice that he had to make, of taking the risk of the turtle and of trying to be able to hope that there would be any kind of sense of meeting within it, or accepting the lack of clarity, the severe achievement of depression and in humanity, the emptiness, we're heat tool themself to succumb forward towards this deep muddled depressed, and entirely unremarkable culture that surrounded him, seeming as if it was inherently meant for some sort of concave over from its own lack of faith, or if any kind of genuine hope for meaning that would have been able to make anything variable with bearability.

One of the anamorphic creatures that was coming up bar for the BoJack seemed as if although he had an inherently blackfire of violence inside of his eyes, with petty began to reach his hands out to glam up over towards Bojack, his hand snapping out to latch up over against him as he did so even as protect about the uses body back with an inherent protest comma and then hitched his eyes a perpet towards a sound question as he saw the way that the hand was troubling at her from the rocks taking barber beside its palm. There is a deep, red despair but ultimately if a deep self-aware truth that was not perfect to wear the animal began to reach it over to bojang, his eyes fall over with the deep extension of it seemed like a deep fire of his own melancholy that to come along within the life of his failed humanity that led over towards a deep disoriented desperation now, one of which it seems if he could barely stand as he began to reach out his hands with the trouble for Bojack to take. when BoJack only kept his body half Carl didn't, his hand script of barf against his stomach and his eyes turn bittersweetly barber towards the reach out of the animal, he only snapped his eyes up as he twisted and looked over towards where the hand was totally grappled above her beside him, and he could see the way that it portrayed itself or that it's timid unknowing humanity with the way that it stands trumbled, but its eyes were still turned up with a firm sense of enlightenment of insistence, and a size twisted down right over to BoJack as it did so as it indicated for him to take it a small hitch of his breath of his own uncertainty and turn as he launched over towards with hand troubled up for him to take over towards the front of his uncertainty of his eyes.

"It's your only choice. unless you want to try to be able to take things on your own without even knowing the slightest chance of being able to survive if they're even is any, the chances being incredibly unlikely, if you can see about how with all our extravagance and with all our attempts, with all our hope, that we haven't even come close to being able to find over to anything of what we could try to be able to amend, and if we can't do it as an entire culture, no matter how powerful you are what kind of remedy you think that you have for whatever kind of weakness you may have due to circumstance, it's not as nearly as well as much as you might think-if we can't handle it, I can't imagine why you would."

Bo Jackson's flew down as he looked over towards where the animal began to reach his hands over towards him, deep melancholic pity still danced before against his eyes as he indicated so they for poached to take his palm again. He let out a small hitch as he twisted his eyes of her towards where the hand was trembling up over towards his direction, and his head snapped up over towards the side of his shoulder as he did so while they saw the way that the road that was eased up and mogged down with its black fog was still being from the east of firmly beside the animal of the man that had his fans cripped up against it coming and his eyes simply flow up with it seemed like a soft tentative something inside his eyes that seemed as if it was mostly a threat, although vaguely would seem like a sense of petty over towards bojang's clear wretchedness his grief and of otherwise had to taken him from them as you twisted his eyes and looked over between them. His eyes snapped back over towards where he could see the way that the animal had its hand grappled over against him and hesitantly, though his eyes were faltered with a deep disparaging sense of wretchenous and it was melancholy, the uncertainty in the meaninglessness of the trust over where to go did he look a proper towards the hand trouble to proven towards him and hesitantly did his lips press together and come out and he gave a small hedge of his own understanding, they agreement, eased his hands and barf against the side of the palm with the sausage with powder of his exhalogen of uncertainty, and then gave a lot of grunt as he began to feel that we had the he was great stuff and over from the palm, as he was lower back as he was raised and dressed up against the side of it as you felt the way that a chance grappled over against did cometh and was pulled forward by the grunt movement of the hand as a twisted and back right and lifted him up from the ground.

"We're not going to be able to let you off easy if you don't manage to be able to comply with us as best as you're able to." The bird begin to sweep the sand's boy from BoJack but there was a deep edge of somebody that almost suggested a borderline cage to the way that he spoked it with the next morning, and BoJack snaped his eyes above her with a soft tentative movement of melancholy as he twisted his head of programs aside his shoulder, and turned as he saw the way that there was several different more movements of both animals and of inquiry of the civilizations ever now began to surround up against him further. His hands pressed up over the side as palms as his body was crawled and intense, his words were lashed aporificants and trying to his throat does his voice troubled as he looked over against himself as his hands from the grouped up within himself as he saw the way that yet more civilizations as well as that black mug of the cursed rope that twisted up against their palms coming and their inside and their twisted bar against Bojack into you to snap the way further towards his direction as he snapped his eyes, letting out a soft abrupt hitch as he saw the way that began to walk further up around his body.

He felt his heart flippant, and could feel that deep richness inside of him, that incertainty in that black despair and the factual nature of the fact that there was beyond any kind of statement of any kind of question a good chance that he had no choice except to have to find and to come to terms of forever towards his placement, and of the fate that seem to be taking him. His eyes snapped over probably towards where he could see the way that there was a melancholic soft warning that was up against the eagles eyes as he turned and looked over at him with the somber patients, and it seems as if he was carrying over towards his own grief, but that he fully expected Bojack to be a part of it, and fall into it of what she could feel it's disorientation, it's lighter and it's emptiness government that despair that seemed as if he's eating itself from the inside out from its lack of faith, the lack of being able to have of anything that would have led to anything of anything more relieving or meaningful, as he looked over towards that deep, and what seemed like eternal emptiness inside of the cheap burns eyes, which seemed as if it wasn't just for one scenario but was a strange never-ending hell of some sort of spiritual state, or it not eventually figured out to some degree.

He let out a soft hitch, snapping his eyes frantically abrupted towards where he couldn't see the way that the civilization was now beginning to crowd up against him further. But, somberly as he presses lips together and thought at a small I took his breath while looking over between them He becandled at a soft acknowledgment of his breath coming of the deep grief of that of what took himself, and then, rolling up his shoulders he turned with a apologetic exhauster of towards the hand that was reached out so I'm really for him to take, and he could see it the way that it still trimmed as there was a flicker a doubt about freaking society equals eyes but, it was clear that he was set a perpet towards his extension of it invitation for bototact group his hands of Barbara beside it.

Hesitantly, although he could feel the way that his own palm was trembling did BoJack begin to not a perfect towards the eagle, and allowed his hands to slip a prefer towards the way that is hands grappled over although deeply has to leave over beside this palm, and a soft and strength nature of his own eyes glimmer and a perpet towards his expression as he began to press his fingertips firmly up against Botox palms as he grappled and twisted his hands with a firm tightness up against him. He closed his eyes as a zero sword back but they felt the way that the edge of its bond the grappled up against him until it firmly shut up or against his hand, and then turn his eyes abruphor towards a side bittersweetly as he did so, as he looked over with the frantic excellent him with his words caught up into it seemed like a deep disorientation now taking him, as he twisted his eyes over towards where there was a quick agreement of what seemed like not necessarily peace, but at the very least their own contemptment towards the fact that at least for now they had gotten firmly and entirely what they wanted. Slowly, there seemed as if there was a lowering down at the various different bog down other rope of the weapons that were gripped over against the side of her palms as they looked over towards were blowjobcropped his eyes against them, and with his hands gripping up over against the side of the edge of the bird that began to keep his hands from the group against his bomb even deeper, did he slowly begin to raise up his lips, give up a thought to reset of a breath as your world his shoulders, and turned as he allowed to the bird to tell his head forward to be able to call out the rest of would seem like the few that had attached himself away from the rope to come up along with him, his hands gripping up against Bojack now to a degree that was clearly threatening come up and tell poet I closed his eyes and give his soft tentative of how I'm feeling the tightness of the way that it wrapped over against his palm.

"We'll take him over towards one of the buildings that is guaranteed not to be bonded down by the movement of the turtle or if it's movement, or the planet of that of which we take it there, we'll be able to use, and try to be able to find a way that we can get up and project whatever it is that we might need to be able to get out of him, and what that looks like. It's going to be a slow and a painful process but as long as we stay over towards without you so that can be had from it, it should be able to lay it over towards something bearable long-term, we have to try to be able to carry this heaviness, we're at the final end of Danielle to keep our culture collected as best as we're able to, and for as long as we can fight it begins the universe and if it's around, whatever it is that it's meaning to attend, and there should be no reason why we shouldn't be able to come over towards the reconciliation of being able to eventually have our own sense of control with the way that we wanted, as long as we can have the second advantage of being able to have Bojack even if our parade didn't work, we should be able to have something come out of it to a significant degree. I know it."

the eagle and his voice launched over against society emptiness of the space, although, with the ominous call and with the attempt of his own control as it latched over towards the air it was clear that was something inside of the tone of his voice and that seemed as if it was giving a long something that was calling out as ominous and as extensive as a much was above her through the space of the rain in front of him that seemed as if it lodged over towards it clear call out from the way that his voice latched up with it it's not going a permit towards the space, and seem twisted a perfect towards that deep empty I'll miss a takeover towards attention and deep and humanness that was surrounding a barber towards the rest that's surrounded against their association within one other and their struggle.

The bird turned his eyes over the BoJack as he began to give him a knot, crain's a perfect against his palms as he twisted his eyes as he looked over towards where, as Bojack felt the way that the hands begin to grapple against him to a degree of where it was clear that he had no ability to be able to use his hands out from a sense of rejection, that the bird's hands were now glaring up over towards to get to the side of where there was at least a handful of incredibly distant buildings taking over against his hands as a beaconed in a waved it out over towards the building so for his hands begin to latch out and indicated over towards it. His hands grappled further upon her beside botanica stated so, not it as he looked over at him as he indicated from to begin to follow him. He could feel the way that it's hard to is becoming flip and over within his own uncertainty, the way that is your sore back as his eyes flashed up over beside the equalized his eyes were flooded up with it is insistence, but gave up a sound breadth of his own compliance, occurred not as he did so, and has a delayed began to feel the way that he was getting pulled up over beside the equal, as he began to indicate with his other hand for the rest of the crowd to follow up over against him, using his palms over between the edge of the rest of the crowd taking him, as he began to launch and Paul and grime's body forward over against the valley with his hands firmly corrupt up against Bojack further.

it was already uncomfortable enough, the way that his hands were so firmly groped over beside the eagle as he began to walk him across the landscape, and as he felt that deep tension crypt up against him within his own desperate need he could only feel the way that his expression was scrunch in his comma in a little bit on edge as he lower back as he was engaged over towards where the bird's hand was grappled firmly up against him tightly, his ears are back as a gear but small hitch seeing the way that it worked firmly up against his palms as he looked over bitter sweetly. But he turned, and his eyes provided as his breath caught above towards his throat, as he saw the way that there was a sound of what seemed like sudden frantic whispers up against one other on behind him, and the sound of feed that were now scuffling and screwing up against the other side of landscape behind him, his eyes wide and as he twisted his eyes over towards where he could, before he could speak in other words saw the way that the several different beings are behind him so they were beginning to raise it with their voices latched up against another, and their tones caught up as they snapped would seem like they're set of movement of a semic in particularly indicative disparagement as they begin a trip over their feet as they rush to prove her quickly beside or Bojack's body was tensely being brought up over towards a space in front of him. His ears perked up, and his eyes snapped a barber between where he could see the way that they're began to rush their way up over against the side of BoJack, his eyes were small and people and as he looked over between them as a gear but small hedges his eyes wins 20 saw the way that they began to rush away frantically above begins aside other way his body was being dragged forward to come in his private caught up over towards his throat as he began to step his way back with an attempt of trying to be able to have a reconciliation of any kind of sense of clarity what he could get, his ear is lower back as his words lodged up against his throat is he began to see the way that there was a grappling over at that black rope that was quickly latched over and hitched, and grimed a barb against his palm even as he let it interrupt in violent twist of his hands coming his ears lowered back, as his eyes snapped out right as he began to see the way that the black rope of it was now grappled and snapped over against the end of the side of his ponds, himself letting out a soft whale as he did so, as he looked over and felt the way that there was that particular would seem like sickly impossibly devastating spiritual grime now firmly grappling above against his wrist and hands, as every single one of the three animals that was using the rope up against him continue to do so it's such a quick calendar, that it was clear that he had no ability of being able to have them hope of being able to use himself outside of where they begin a twist it begins his wrist not begins to his palms, his pupils wide and desperate, as he began to try to fight up against it, as I snapping apart between them with an exhaust of his own to fight as his eyes flared up as he saw the way at the beginning to press their hands against the side the editorium while the road begin to twist itself or other begins his palms and around his wrist.

"You can't enslave me. That wasn't anything what that I agreed to." His voice was more panic, and giving away less of a control more than he would have wanted to have even to have thought or to have admitted could even be possible, his words were latched up with a deep extension of his own disparity going to size frantically above it to it's where as I snapped a barber towards the edge of where they continue to rush above against aside from within the grime with their own quick disparagement of need as they snap to the way up around him. By now he could feel the way that there was said impossible black stench of the emotional suffocation and of the rot of the rope, and his eyes why I didn't, his eyes extended over towards a deep trembling of suffering of his expression as he did so, has he felt the way that it began to be pressed further barbec against his wrist until he could feel the way that it deeply embedded, black fog began to grapple up over against his senses as he felt the way that it turned further begins to skin. He twisted his eyes frantically as he looked over towards where he could see the way that there was a quick movement that came along with the bird that had his hands cramped up against him as he quickly beginner sweep his moms outside from Bojack's hand, and his ears perked up as he looked over towards where his hand was free but only for a moment-almost instantly into the black rope begin to grapple above against his palm, twisting and edging up against it as he could see the way that it physically began to twist over with its black focus as a twisted over and crop but apart against his hands, latching apart against his wrist, until it he could feel the way that there was that deep complicated compact heaviness that latched over as a twisted over the crime before against his body, and could see the way that there was that black muck and possession that overtook him as a twister or against his form within its suffering and if it's blocked twist of corruption that took over towards the deep melancholy for emptiness and of his own heart while he saw the way that a grappled up against him.

He felt it deep the grappling to spirit twisting up against the form of his eyes as he looked over towards with a black fog, as well as that suffocated pain that was so bad to the point that he could barely even focus begin to twist up over against his skin and up against his wrist as he tried instantly latch himself away from its effect humid as best as much as he was able to, his hands twisted up or against him abruptly as secretly and decides of barbitoid's very good see the way that the black was twisting it further bargains the crime of his attempt of rejecting it.

"There's no point in trying to go against it now." towards a deep disoriented despair of his breath, as I snapped apart of the side as he did so sincere's flew back, flame of fire of his own desperation lounging apart against him, as he claimed his eyes a proper towards where he could see the way that one of the animals and the heat of his expression was twisting over against Bojack, vague pity twisting forward against the form as he celerate the BoJack was clearly caught aparate towards his own disorientation of despair as he claim his eyes and snapped over towards where he could see the way that the animal was twisting above her at him within his own melancholy while he blamed over Bojack's tension, his words not depreciatoid's despair as he twisted eyes appropriately and looked him over, firm betrayal, and panic take him against him now as he turned and saw the way that the animal looked over at him within his gleam of pure pity. The animal snapped set of Barbara towards the side of a shoulder, as he called it over from the rest of the civilization of both animals and humans that were now beginning to, even those that were left over to try to be able to grow apple and to try to be able to navigate the rope as best as they were able to and to keep it onto the ground, we're slowly begin to turn a preparatory where they could see the way that the man was twisting himself a part of it to botock with his increased sense of that focus that spoke that he had no chance of being able to grab over from the way that there is that deep black rope that was twisted up against its form, sweeping over firmly above towards as a wrist.

"What the hell are you doing?" BoJack's voice was violent as his words swept out over from his lips as he snapped his eyes with his frantic need, then he gave out an even deeper breath of his own disparagement as he twisted his eyes, lips trembling as he felt the way that the rope will need began to grapple further but against his palm, as he felt the way that it cut over a deep even further up against the side of the edge of his hands as he felt the way that a grappled interested further into an increased disorientation, and although he tried his best to reject it, his eyes using up over with the flame up against his expression as he twisted and fought a perpet towards the deep of nature of the rope and of that agrees sickness that seemed as if it was introducing him to what a truly felt like for it to have that internal black hell of what it was trying to be able to transform over to, the more that he tried to fight, the more that he could fill the feel the way that it was almost as if the robe, especially with some sort of hiss wailing and thrashing over against his body, that it was beginning to project further and into. He could almost hear the way that there is a specific hitch of maliciousness coming up over from the rope as a begin to sway up against him all and slinged over against and sung further into his skin, black of it burning up as it began to transform and inject aparov against his bomb and over towards the edge of his hands as he turned his fearful, large beaming eyes barbiturates where I could see the way that it was hissing as it latched and twisted apart against the form of the trembling of his poem as he began to see the way that the black no overcame not only from what had been that temporary pollution inside of his eyes but was now also taking the trembling he to his formacy's began to see it that it twisted latched, and his further and even deeper begins just form as it surrounded apart against the extension of where it hissed and syringed itself with a burning aporate against his skin as he saw the way that increased within its own effect on them as of devouring in hunger a proverb towards whatever kind of sense of potential have relief, and whatever kind of virtue of that of what she held even if he wasn't quite aware to the extent about how deep it was but, with the hunger of the rope and of its black that devoured and surrounded him in the disorientation of it, he could tell that it was significantly deep.

He snapped his head over the side of his shoulders, when he, although he could barely really tell much of anything except for the way that there was that increased call the voice is up against another from the space, continue to talk over against another within their quick and if their word. It was clear that they're returning their heads above between the black song that was now firmly beginning to blog up over and around Bojack, and although he snapped his head bittersweet and they prefer from one side and over towards the next cuz he tried to subvert it, it was clear that there was no significant way of truly overlooking from the way that did the fog and the black of it began to increase the purgatory at the end of the thought-furrowing of the desperation of the melancholy of his eyes, while he turned his head from one side and over towards the next, trying to be able to navigate, and anyway that he was able to apartment through the black fawn but took over towards the exertion of the desperate melancholy of his eyes, and he could see the way that violently, and in their own analytical way of their twisting the rise of power to bojang, their eyes to an extent gleamed over with the sense of what seemed like their own petty, but as they took a perpet towards the way that his eyes were snapped over again some with that deep latch over towards his throat of desperation one simply turned instead of over to Bojack, his eyes full with both an arrogance but as well as a warning and to an extent and understanding of his panic as the black overcame them further from the rope, and he tilted his voice forward as it called out and over towards the edge of the valley as he spoke over towards him frantically, The truthfully Bojack could barely hear the way that there was that extension of the way that the voice begin allowed to over towards the edge of the space going to and seemed as if it was getting lost up over towards the side of the edge of the air, though within his desperation and with his ears parked up right within his desperation of trying to be able to hear it, he could catch at the very least the quick word that spoke out desperately, though it's word or twisted within its malachi the way they called out appropriately as it spoke and try to be able to reach over towards him:

"Don't try to fight it! The more that you try to go against things and they inevitability of what it's doing to you even if it hurts, the more that you're going to get completely succumbed and supported and devoured by it. This is the only way that we can manage to make sure that you're not going to go against things, you have to try to be able to be to come up over towards the universe, there's no choice, I'm sorry. Stay succumbed, stay focused, and there's a chance that you might not be completely devoured by it, I'm sorry, do what you can come and stay with us, you don't have to be devoured by an entirely, but we did need to put you in a cage if we wanted to have a chance to build have any sense of release, please, just stay focused commit Don't be devoured by it entirely, if anybody would be able to do it, it would be you."

Although he tried to be able to speak out a word of his protest as best as he was able to while he tried to look out over from the extension of the black space that surrounded up against him within his own despair, it was clear that there was no possible way that he could speak up over with any kind of significant rejection towards the voice that attempted to be able to snap off against him and over between the black that was now increasing over within its fog in front of his eyes. As he looked down over towards where the black began to span up further against them melancholy over against the side the edge of the block of the sweeping over against his body he twisted his eyes down within his panic, his ear snapped down right as he did so as he could only feel now something so deep and with such an extension of disparagement that he could only feel his own horror of acceptance, although not out of any complacency but more so from his own lack of understanding as he began to see the way that the robe dug further approaches to skin, and the black fog thrusting through the begins him despite his grief, the fight that he had within it, and his deep or resistance of what he wanted to be able to embody.

His eye snapped frantically a Barbie towards where he tried to be able to see where there was that singular group that was in front of him, which was now just barely being graveled up over from the one singular civilization that happened left over to try to be able to take care of it, which seemed as if they are now being grappled twisted, and pulled further up over towards the valley taking up against from where they had their hands of desperately pressed up against it to attempt to try to navigate it. As their words were latched a burn beside their throat, and as a body was twisted and eased out over from the side where it was clear that they were beginning to lose any kind of sense of control, he fell to come within only a sheer amount of impulsivity alone, and with his eyes flooded with the panic of arbitrary so I could see that the body was being good for their robe that it was being twisted further up arbit towards the various different lack of control that was taking them in contrast to where they're being pulled forward and over towards the turtle taking it. The person began to snap it size of barbitoid the rest of the expanse of the crown taking up against them from the other islands that were just barely managing to keep the roots from their boyfriend onto the ground, voice latched up within itself as it was clear that it was calling out for some sort of exertion of a desperate need for help as it did so. Although Bojack especially with the rope those swinging up against his hands and it forward towards his side his feet further was began to grapple up over against him to the point where any kind of sense of control seemed impossible, as you try to best to be able to fight into exert into resistive against it, he could only feel a further sense of exhaustion, and of a deep despair take gift over against to miss you begin to feel the way that his body was latched and pulled further and over against the black fog and of the rope taking it off against the form of his disposition.

He tried to move forward as best as he was able to, even as he could feel the way that the rope and especially the black poison event made it feel as if there was a physical weight firmly grappling up and forcing a bond of the ground. His ear is lowered back as his words were lodged up over against his throat as he tried to be able to move himself over against the black weight of the rope that surrounded up against him but that whale, and what seem like that increase more eternal feeling of that deep melancholy and of insistence that was beginning to twist as a grappled up against him while I heard the way that there was that thrash and insistence, and would seem like a deep disoriented eternal black and lovelessness of emptiness that he was already being threatened by just from seeing it from the eyes of others was only beginning to become increasedly more prominent, even as he tried to walk his way in a step over towards the side of where he can make himself over towards the rope and the twisting over of the just a barely grounded civilization of the person that was trying to keep it beside their just barely successful attempt of control.

He began to loaded a particularly painful breath as his eyes closed while his body began to curl in, as you tried to fight up over against the resistance of the road that was grappled and twisted further begins to his ankle. His voice latched up as he tripped over his feet while he began to feel the way that his voice slashed over against his palms, as he began to feel the way that his body was now clearly so firmly curled and over within both the tension of the wrist, as well as the way that it was molding and paralyzing up against him, that he could only feel a firm limp exhaust sweeping up against him as he stumbled before he get both himself firmly above towards the twist of the disorientation and of the desperation of the person that had its hands latched up over him was losing control of the rope in front of them.

As I snapped over frantically as he cleaned his eyes with a frantic pier so for over towards the various different focuses of those that were beginning to latch themselves with a quick move and improve against the side of her Bojack size latched over to them, he could see the way that although they were eased over into a sense of clearly their sense of intimidation over towards the black rope that was taking Bojack, as well as its threat and intimidation that they were, and nonetheless come imagining to be able to surround themselves over within their game of their sickly panic into such a way that they are now twisting of around him, and doing what they could to try to be able to get themselves over and into his body, the part of that was still firmly and clearly human that was lost a perva towards of black fog that took him otherwise currently. His eyes were focused, that deep exertion of the deep melancholy of his own despair taking him, as his pupils were small and large and large does a twist over towards very good seat the way that although the other civilizations in the call out to them was now nothing more than muggled shadow, And there's silhouette of their bodies take him over between one other is they called out that with that quick flick of their silhouette they began to rush themselves over around the black that was surrounding against him because of the bog down of the fog that was taking his disposition. His eyes were wide and does he looked her between the Miss He could only be aware of that deep paralyzation taking for the time being, his words latched over against the exorientation of his throat as he turned and began to see the way that their shadows begin to gradually become something that was slightly more focused over towards their clarity, their bodies reaching out and latching apart between the black fog as a snapped over against a side of her Bojack's hands were oppressed firmly against that black fog that took up against their paralyzation, his eyes wide and as he snapped as he gave a hitch of a breath began to see the way that there was a snap over of several different bodies, all of them began to reach out until he could see the way that they were clearly succumbed and had some birds himself over into the black fog and that was surrounding BoJack as they reached out and grappled their hands above towards where that rope was deeply embedded above the side as a wrist. His eyes were wide and does he give a quick end of his own protest, his expression snapping above her towards frantically where he could see the way that there was a deep red a look of warning that was up against the eyes of the anamorphic animal previously that had called it over towards him within his disoriented call of a wailing for attempt of control that begin to over beside his hands-His eyes were red, deep with an extension of what it seemed like its own understanding of that eternal hell of emptiness and of grief that came along from such a deep lost nature of any kind of deep truly eliminated beautiful humanity, and of how that black rope and of the black fong that's surrounded up over between the book two of them was firmly felt, in the threat of what seem like that eternal hell of that of which both of them would face, what they do anything but to try to be able to do what they could to try to fight up against it. It was that brief connection that he looked at Barbara towards were that animal claimed his red, and mauled and tired eyes over to BoJack that caused him to freeze over from the way that he was fighting and thrashing over against his attempt to fight against the black of the rope, his eyes paused for a moment, wide and with his people small, breath troubled at Barbara towards the dryness of his throat as he paused from empty gave us all small hitch as he saw the way that the eyes of the amorphic animalistic against him with what seem like a quick acknowledgment of his morning, and also at the same time would seem like a farm or deep compelling acknowledgment towards their own retiniscema and then, just as quickly and begin to snap his hands down as he began to grab his hands so violently over against the rope that Bojack had no chance but to let it describe as he began to tell his head backward abruptly, and began to feel the way that that full violence, and that sense of disconnect begin to overtake them, Bo Jackson's ears lowered back as his eyes hitched apes he did societ himself back, letting out a deep exhaust of his own desperate breath as he began to feel the way that full violence took him, he said latched and twisted back, as he began to feel the way that that firm grappled palm up against him twisted further, and, by the time he twisted his eyes fully timid and washed up over within his desperate melancholy, and giving up a tremeled breath began to see the way that the others were now latching up as they began to submerge and interconnected and began at least themselves over from the edge of the fall, and begin to twist in merge up against him further, until it was clear that their hands were grappling over for forcefully beside both his shoulders as well as body, leaving him, as if it hadn't been significant or bad enough, with that the various different crop load over against society of the edge of his body as he gave a sausage was desperate breath, twisted his eyes back as he began to feel the way that he was further bogged on over from the rope taking against his form as it was more arrogantly and firmly deeply drenched apart against his body, both within its force as well if it's as it's of its devouring of wanting to take the purity of whatever humanity that he had left for whatever it was that he'd be able to use, and it was only briefly that he was able to look a purgatory that deep to spawn and despair no firmly tangible with a not all of its horror that was haunting him, and that he had already been here for so fearful of being able to be succumbed by, as he began fully aware of the force of both of the animals in the civilization surrounding him that dare to step over through the fall, as well as their deep grappling and they're twisting up against the side of his palms as they began to force their hands and their violence up around him.

"Stop it! You don't get to make this call-" His voice desperately tried to call out, as his words latched over frantically up over between the animals that began to grapple as a twist of their palms and hands up against him. His words latched out desperately over within his attempt of a last hone but he could already feel the way that that deep grief was overcoming him, if only from the fact that being surrounded by such black melancholy those twisting up against him in the way that he knew so deeply of the profound beauty love that was meant to be able to be in launched over was currently being robbed away, and of any chance of even being able to some just get to it, as far as a way as it was now, that there was no chance for him to continue to fight as he began to feel the way that his body, and his sense is began to weaken fully above against the black deepbog of grief that was now taking over against him within its entirety.

His body began to sweeping over beside the ground similar to the way that a sickly and gray skin and the clearly unhealthy man had been before with the way that he had called out within such deep arrogance and with the way that he had the rash to borrow beside the water. BoJack's eyes closed as he began to feel the way that now for all they succumbed over towards that deep wailing hunger that was at the black surrounding up against his body, as well as the animals that are grabbing in a twitching out as they called a perfect against one other, that they were now firmly and successfully grappling them over and itching them down as he began to feel the way that both body, legs as well as his own intention and of his clarity began to succumb firmly above towards the way that he was forced and thrown up orbit towards the ground in front of himself. His eyes snapped over, abruptly, as he looked over towards where he could see through that blurriness of his eyes and of the disorientation is increasingly more despairing, and grieving mind as he could still feel the way that there is that deep longing to try to be able to fight to get up over towards you, and of the awareness that the more that they begin grapple about down over between the violence of the civilizations of those that were surrounding up against him within their violent desperation themselves, using him as a mark for what they could for their own attempt of their ease of wonder, that he could already feel the way that he was succumbing entirely over towards that deep increasing the larger distance and complication, and as he gave up a last trembling edge of his own timid violence he could only feel the way that he was being succumbed over entirely from that eternal long complex fight of that of what she had with you, and of the emptiness of the lies of what he had shared with you and of the richness within them that was now nothing except for an emptiness of neurotic emptiness, but he could certainly feel the way that there had been that long meaningful strife to be able to even so much as get there, and it was their remembrance of the years that had gone on that had stimulated it and that caused him to be able to become fully limp with a deep despair, as he turned his head down right, and allowed that black defeat overcoming him, as he began to feel the way that the hands there were crappled above against his wrist in palms so they began to raise him upward, himself falling firmly above into that deep defeat, and that severe suffering, without any kind of hope or if any kind of effort for change, and tell us that abruptly snapped up right while they began to lift him over to beside where he was launched up and over onto the ground, his head twisting back, his head bowling back over towards the side as he did so, as he began to feel the way that he was family prompted above against by their intention-and with his hands and with his already impossibly weak and trembling on legs that were tapped apart from beside the animal surrounding up against the edge of his disposition that did they begin to grab them up turn, and tab them over to twisted a perpetuity edge of the side of the gray of the valley, of what she could no longer be aware of, and with his eyes only someone being able to filter up and having no will to because of that deep grief of what he longed for of even having a chance of being able to have a path of being able to find the life and that eternal love what you share together, end of the way that that's felt within its richness, was there nothing except for an increase defeat as he began to feel the way that his stout legs were tapped up from the grappled over and used up against them and with his words latched a perfect towards the edge of his breath, began to feel the way that he was pulled enlarged and forced forward and over across the valley in front of him, although within the aching and the desperation it was body, he could become aware of absolutely nothing except for that deep exhaustion apparelization the force of the way that he was pulled forward and forced to barbiturates a black fog taking apartment towards its disposition as he tripped, and twisted his eyes upward as he began to fall his way over towards where he was forced over to or he could see their cluster of buildings about a few miles away, just outside of the reach of the radius of the otherwise massive large turtle planet.

He was briefly aware of the blurriness of the words of the animals that were calling out to one another, as they kept their hands from the grappled and cryptograph against the side of BoJack. His eyes were nothing more than what seemed like a soreness since I have his expression, and his expression was loud that above a torrent is exhausted as he tripped over his feet and continued to fall the way that the shadows of their hands the mania of their palms, their dressing up over against the side of its body was now began to twist for other perkins the side of his body as he was forced further above between the cluster of buildings that began to loom further, although with the ache of the paralyzation of his body with a deep grief and the longing that took him, and with the increased separation he could begin to feel the way that even with the way that he was sickly tripping over his feet at the jabbing of the hands and of those are surrounding it against him was he already tripping, his feet guiding up against himself his expression somber desperate exhausted defeated, as he continued to force himself apart against Hill landscape and anyway that he would have been able to. His heart began a large as his veins begin to rush over with a specific increased blood, his eyes twisted down right within the soft exhausted Sombra extension of his acceptance for the time being as he continued to force his way upon between another hands were calling out thrashed and grappled over with their increased command up against another as he was continuously large toward it forever towards the space before they called out within their disparitime against one other end of their command, but already was he began to feel the way that he was losing both will, and the ability to have any will, of moving forward and over towards buildings taken up against the front of him, or if even the attemptible performance of it.

There is a deep physical contortion that began to overcome the metal part of his body as he was being led above her beside where they were keeping their hands and their focuses grappled up against him, and his eyes wide and as he began to feel the way that the breath swept apart against his mouth as he began to feel the way that his body twisted as he was slagged, and then, even as he began to fight up over towards it if only for the sake of whatever kind of dignity I had, did he began to feel the way that his body latched as a began to contort and fall over to the ground. The commands that came up over towards the hard words of the animal surrounding up against him, and the shadow is the rest passing up over against another seems that they barely waited for even a moment or paused over towards the way that his body began to twist as his body grappled in, and twisted as he broke they began to feel the way that his body lodged up and snapped above her to the ground, body crawled in Stout, and with his arms grabbed over against him as he began to feel the way that his body because suffocated and firmly began to succumb up over towards that deep exertion that to us go over against his body within the limb defeat that took him. His eyes twisted up, his head latched back up right as he did so, as he felt the way that his body began to contort in a weave into such a way, that it was only that was suffocated and overpowering gripping of the black energy of the universe surrounding up against him that would have caused him to have any kind of significant sense of focus, as his body twisted backward, raising up within the extension of his body as he began to feel the way that, save for the fact that the robes and of the black heaviness and of that increased hitch of whaling surrounded against and begin a trip and fall down over towards the ground in front of him, and that he would have fallen down and cracked himself over against into the black within his exhaustion entirely.

The blurriness of the shadows as well as a silence of the eyes that looked up barbitoid some increased, though it seemed as if he was underneath a certain kind of murky shadow within the way that they are calling out and grappling up, and with their tones increasing it proper within their commands up against one other as he could see the way almost as if he was underneath some sort of fog water the way that their shadows and syllabus were calling up against another within their command as they responded above towards the way that his body had curled in as he had fallen down at Barbara towards the ground with his body large and crunched over towards the ground-have stayed up right if only because of the way that there was a deep bedrock, the twist of his wrist and up over against his body as he began to see the way that is blurred, puffy eyes and with the wailing within its increased stuffing shriek that was continuing was the only thing of what he could hear in any kind of significant way, busting out of both a word or significant clear thought or of any kind of faith or of hope, as he looked over towards very good see the way that the shadows of those own whispered movements continued over against his eyes and through the fall and they took a barometer towards the pound of the exhaustion of his form while he saw the way that they continued above towards their frantic command or at the very least, they attempt of it.

His body began to contort as he twisted himself back, and began to feel the way that his body was latched further up over and under the ground but it was that deep and would almost seem like hungry, violent twist over against the ropes they were grappled up against him in the black streak that took up against him that made him impossible for him to fight a barber from the despair latching of resides swept over against the disposition of his body. He twisted his body back as he began to feel the way that he was became to become furthermore onto the ground, that black heaviness lodging apart against the form of him, although he could feel the way that even worse than even the hard movement of the civilizations and of the people surrounded up against them in their forcing and they're messing usage over towards him as much as they could command, that even beyond that, he was falling into a sense of assuming a much more internal, and much more horring sense of what seemed like the blackened of the fog and whale that's round up against him that want to be able to grapple over a comment seemingly devour him, as best as much as it would have been able to as a grappled and twisted apart against the disposition of his form. As he began to feel the way that his body curled in while his body stepped and latch back over known to the ground, he began to become aware of her towards the fact that the grip of it was beginning to twist inside of his wrist further, and that shrieking sound, not human, but certainly not inhuman either, was now in the beginning to grapple over against him further into such a twist into such a disparaging snap of an edge away so much to the point that it was beginning to overcome whatever kind of sense of understanding how much less functionality of hope, that he could have been hoped to have held.

But there was a violent pressing over against the back of his body, and even as he felt limp he began to feel the way that he was forced and lifted upright before his body could firmly be what seemed like destructively corrupted over from the hunger of what must have been the black or part of the universe and if it's energy, if there is anything to go by the corruption of the feeling of it. His eyes widened as he began to feel the way that with at hand that wrapped over against the middle part of his back on the with the raising of and lifted a bar from the ground he was scratching lifted up as he was submerged above her from the sky and take him against his form, his eyes wide and as he began to feel the way that he was searched up as he was smurged above a tons of black in front of him, his eyes snapped over towards the black of that mog surrounding him, and, with would seem like firm grappling above against a side of his body, and a twist over against his hands and a beside his wrist he was gradually pulled further and over towards it seemed like an increasingly more quick frantic and violent movement, every single one of that of what surrounded him latching up calling out, commanding, and demanding a bargains to Messi began to feel the way that his body was swept and carried aparven towards the landscape surrounding above towards the form of his melancholy guys, he snapped his way back as he looked over and saw the way that although he could hear nothing but still that impossible foggy distant shadow that came along with their voices commanding frantically up against one another, clearly desperate for survivalists just he was and with the jalding up at the exertion of their bodies that the way that they're pulling him forward within their movement, that there was nothing except for what seemed like a deep disparagement, a twist over against the other increased form of the side of their bodies, and out the way that they latched and suede a perpet towards the end of the space as they continued to rush the way as quickly as much as they're able to and over beside the valley, and he could hear the way that there is that increased end of what seem like that movement of her shouts and tone, so clear perpet towards a lack of understanding as they continue to sweep him above across the landscape.

Through the movement of the panic that came along with every single one of them, as he could fear the way that there is a disoriented desperate call and this way above against their bodies as his eyes were frantic melancholic and looked up he could begin to feel the way that his own disposition of his disorientation was only somewhat beginning to peek out over through the otherwise black despair, and the book grappling in the hitch over against him that seemed as if all he knew it well enough to be corrupted into despair by it, he didn't know well enough to know what to do about it, except to feel that deep grief yet still distracting and waking him to the point where he had no will to fight, even if there was the chance that he could manage to do it physically as he felt that full wretcheness overcoming him, with no silver lining, or of any hope that he could find a way to fight a barber against it with any kind of significant favor. His eyes instead began to flick up against the side of him with a flange of a side of the flick of his defeat, his ears lowered as his body curled in as he tried to fight but then quickly begin to feel the way that the movement of his body began to come again, his eyes flashed, as he felt the way that both of the black ropes around him, the energy of its way on if it's grappling of focus, and it is increased ongoing edge to feed was only going to become increasingly more considerate, deeper and more command and come out of all this way above her between the jostling of the movement of the body surrounding a bar against her he was being carried and swayedeper within the movement beside him.

there was a sudden fluid that seemed as if it flashed up against him like it was a fire, within an amount of time that he was too disoriented over from the fog of the black that had taken him to be too aware of it. As he felt the way that it was splashed and used to barber towards his disposition he'd let out in abrupt cry, and was aware of the fact that briefly at least the black fog, and of that realm of movement that surrounded him slowly began to dissipate at least for half of a brief of a moment, though hardly for a long, and as he thought at a crime while he began to feel the way that his body began to abruptly be falling down both from that black possession of the rope, as well as those bodies that had saved and it has moved it forward, he began to abruptly fear the way that his body began to slept on over beside the ground next to him. If only by instinct alone rather than if any kind of intention or logic, his hands began to sweep up over beside the end of the ground, it is here is parked up as his body within its doubt form twisted over towards where he could see the way that there is the shadow of the movement of the legs that were twisting up and guiding us a thrush to been called up over against another frantically, their movement in shadows of their bodies now beginning to become more submerged up over towards reality again rather than that distant realm as you twisted his eyes, frantic and uncertain, over against the puffiness of his expression coming while they turn and looked over towards her other way that both their legs as well the shadow of their movements of their pawn palms talked over at each other with an increased extension of exertion of desperation coming and as a zero is lowered up he began to see the way that he was brought up over towards a stagnants of the inside of the building, looming and taking a perva towards the bittersweetness of his eyes as he could barely recollect it properly but, as his eyes twist up or it's expanse that took him, slowly let up his sober hitch as you go to his shoulders and began to raise himself up over from where he had been forced and had lied down on the ground among before as he hesitantly began to raise himself up, hands trembling up over against it as he gave his soft exertion of pain breath, but slow they began to lift himself upright, and could see the way that the black rope was still in his hands, but it looked as if there had been some sort of affective significant water that have impressed up against his palms as he looked over towards his wrist, as that being over of emptiness says he looked over towards where the lack of it, rather than being that fully confident devouring fog, was flashing in and out from his eyes again as he looked our right away with a tentative trembling breath of a movement as he slowly begin to raise himself up for where he had his temporarily been throw it down and onto the ground.

"Still. Stay still." there was a voice that called it over towards him with an abrupt and on edge voice, and BoJack could feel the way that that water, which fault as it was far more distilled than just a regular, called a porf against the form of his body as he felt that illuminated exhaustion twisted bargainst his better sweetness, he turned his head over to the side won't leave when he began to feel the way that yet more of it began to be poured above towards his main as a trinkled at perva towards that drenched, pathetic form of his disoriented body as he felt the way that a triggered over against his shoulders and over against his man. As his eyes latch dip balls breath gotta pee felt the way that a trinkled a bargains the form of his body, his eyes twisted back as he did so as he felt the way that it began to form above her against is already wretched form and the twist of his clothes. it was one of the animals that had initially carried him over to begin with within its focus comment his eyes narrowed as his hands were grabbed up barf against the buckhead, swing as a jaunted apartment against the form and the trinkle of his eyes and ever towards the furrow of his snout. As he gave up a small hedge feeling the way that it swept over at him until it used to bourbon to a puddle onto the pool that was around the stat form of his body he only somewhat began to come back to himself, and he raised up his shoulders, by his clothes as he found that he could move his wrist at least to some degree, although he could still feel that deep commanding tension that was taking him that was left before against the rope that was contorted above her against his wrist as he just barely managed to move his hands in any kind of significant fashion around him, though he did, and could feel the way that his body was weak and troubled from the movement of what had taken him. There was the sound of what seemed like another anchor of what was metal or a chain that was up against some sort of chain, of a whale similar to what happened used by the beaver initially that had got brought and had some burned over the turtle planet to begin with-although his hand was still pale and trembling, his eyes raised up as a gay but abrupt hitch of his expression as he looked over towards where he could see the way that there was a quick soy over of a movement of what was clearly several different what must have been at least several layers of several ground and a balconies that were stacked up on top of each other, his eyes were melancholic as his eyes twisted up right all his hands trumped up over against his forehead as he turned his eyes up, metholically looking over to the trembling of his hands as best as he was able to see that there was several different wheels that were pressed against one other, chains swing up against another within that increased function of the movement as he saw the way that with that pullover of change the fire up against the man over against the side but we all, they were increasingly moving with several different of the cephal inhabitants grabbing their hands of bar beside the wheel, turning over latching over within its violence of their attempt of moving it to come up calling it frantically Barbara beside to another seated so is the enlarged and pulled and contorted the wheel and it's metal I can decide if the wheel as he did so sick and doodle that shouldn't call a perfect against another as it moved to Barbara beside the edge of the balcony before they called a bar against where there is that Jeep twist of chain up against each other. It was allowed, terrible and echoing sound and his Botox snapped his head from one side and over to the other as he tried to collect the erraticism of his thoughts, and the trembling of his palm while he looked at Barbara towards a deep in shocked, he only could hear the way that that metal as it twisted over within its owns beside the wheels increased, his ears lowered back as his eyes are wide and had a barber towards his breath coming as words cut up over against himself from the trembling of his palm as he heard the way that the wheels were now echoing over into such a way of a deep violence of their technical soulless command and now begin to echo as a reflective perpet towards his face on each balcony over between them as they continue to call it a thrush over within their conversation desperately for between other wall the increased and continue the movement of its functions.

In the middle of the brief freedom of what he felt from the way that the others begin to step back beside his body, he snapped his expression upward as he heard the way that there was that ongoing metallic sound that was sweeping up off of between the various different sounds of the middle change that were now beginning to grapple up against another, echoing and contorting significantly above her between the layers that was surrounding a barber against the space up against his eyes.

In the middle of his panic come and disorientation as well as the fact that he was only just barely managed to come out from his fog, he turned his eyes up as he began to raise his hands as quickly as much as he was able to from his knees, frantically turning his eyes towards where he could see the way that those chains were now beginning to grapple further I can decide of one another while they transferred over from where there was several different animals that was rushing over, grappling up and over beside the chains as they continue to call up over against another with would seem like a new specific purpose while they the brush to their wave between where their hands were grappling up over beside the movement of the thrash of the chains.

Although his body was limp, and his expression inside of his emotions disoriented he began to step his way back as he looked over towards where he could see the way that the building that he had been brought up into seemed as if it was stacked later and Paul layer with several different forms of their balcony threaded to barb against the side of his eyes, he snapped his eyes upward as he looked over to where there was the movement of chains, the sweeping over of wheels that were taking above her against where the others were called calling and talking out over again so another is a continued a sweep orbital towards their projection of fight beside each other-It was clear that there was nothing but a deep disorientation of an abrupt frantic focus that was taking them as they continue to press their chains above against and beside when other over against the overcoming extensive height of the tunnel that took of arbitrance is bittersweet eyes while he gleamed his expression out, and look to where the chains were not being thrown from one side and over towards the next across the left and right side of the entrance of each side of the left and right of the stack of the form in front of him.

He turned his head over towards where he assumed that he had been brought up over from the entrance, his eyes followed her and panic does he saw the way that several of the other ones that must have been the ones that I drive him over there initially to begin with we're now beginning to ease their hands up over beside the entrance of the garage, their hands pressed up our against the wall, their bodies begin to turn as they begin to press their hands firmly up against the left and right side of the door until it's slowly began to close. They called out over to one another as they did so as they began to slowly ease down the rest of the closure over from the outside of the valley, and tell, with a firm shut, it crashed itself with a specific kind of movement the end of what seemed like a force of a promise of a lack of any kind of ability from to escaping anytime soon as he turned with his eyes why didn't panicked and saw the way that the beginning turnover their heart and eyes apervatoids and within their own frantic turned over insistence as they claim devised herbivor towards his panic.

"Excuse me?" His eyes turn to barber towards where he could try to look over towards where there was those other animals that are raising above against the stack of the balcony and at the ropes that were taking them over from their metallic movement come in his breath caught up over towards his lips in his eyes snapping over abruptly and frantically as he looked to at least for a several others were began to erratically press their hands before against the chains against one another over through the stacks of that circular structure that took up against his eyes. He twisted his expression forward as he looked over towards where this chains were swooping up against The height of Hispanic expression and as he looked up with his voice caught a barbiturates his breath cometh he could only vaguely see through the fog that was only somewhat beginning to dissipate over towards his otherwise desperate and disoriented eyes in mind the way that there was one silhouette of a body that was began to walk himself over towards him-although his initial instinct was a step his way back as he took a day pitch and her breath and saw the way that there was that tall body began to navigate its way above between the black fog, and with his eyes caught above towards a movement of an attempt of rejection of protection, he quickly lost any kind of hope to be able to fight it against him when he felt the way that there was that deep same sense of that grief of melancholy that swept over him even just so much as being in front of the perception of the body that was beginning to walk as we were to the fog in front of him.

"I have to get out of here. You have to understand, if I miss that turtle, I'm not going to be able to find any way to have any chance of being able to make any sense of anything at all. I'll be trapped here, and at this place that makes no sense to me, with the civilization that clearly I wasn't made for-"

His breath was kind of pervert horns a lying panic as he turned and looked over it to where he could see the way that that heightened animal was beginning to walk himself over towards his direction. Has he had breathlessly called out, with his ears lower back in his eyes twisted up he began to see the way that there is that soft lower to gleam that came along with it seemed like a somber and firmly focused expression of the movement of the body that was began to walk its vapor towards a black fog in front of him. It was someone that was similar over towards the birds that had initially indicated their attention of barbiturates them to begin with, and as he pressed his lips together quickly, his voice caught up somberly as he twisted over towards where it's body began to sweep itself over towards his direction until it was clear through the black fog that it began to dissipitate, although the black robe was still firm they drenched a bar against his wrist on his ankles, he's now desires up and turn as he saw the way that it begin to use its Barbara towards the front of his direction, body curled in, completely caught up over towards its own melancholy, without escape or silver lining, as he stepped his way from the apartment between the fog and over to the front of him, a universal pole of a melancholy and of a deep despair that seemed as if it had no capacity being able to be firmly understood, only focused and recognized over towards its deep I think solids did miserable inevitability, as the sharp eyes and the bird looked him over.

"I'm surprised that the universe would have been able to let you go so quickly, considering that we took the risk for it to be able to use whatever it wanted in terms of its access to you. Not to say that it couldn't have done so on its own anyway to begin with, shouldn't have wanted to."

Bo Jackson's wide and as he turn down and looked over towards the black rope that was up against his wrists, and his voice caught up as he looked abruptly abrupted towards where he could see the way that then narrow eyes of the bird begins his hands over towards a front of her Bojack's palms for admittedly caught into a paralyzation as a trembled over against the rope of his skin, his eyes robot and come at faltered and desperate as he looked over towards where the bird begins stuff is very further perpet towards his wrist gonna looking as his eyes firm liquid leaned over against the side of her it was friendly but it over beside his skin. He didn't have any capacity inside of him to reject the bird as he saw the way that his eyes and analyzed over against aside the advised as he gradually looked it over and then, with a size flickering above towards bow attack with a certain kind of caution did you reach of his hands and grace in a barber beside the rope with his skin coming BoJack's voice caught up as he did so as he looked over towards where the hands begin to threat above against the rope that was embedded abroad side as a wrist, looking over towards him cautiously, as if half expecting them to fight up against him but Bojack was too caught for over towards his uncertainty as he rather looked over with his deep in fear, and saw the way that the bird, once it knew that I was able to grapple up against him without significant resistance from Bojack, snapped it said it forward to the side as it did so as it began to ease both hands from apop against the deep grime of the rope that was up against Bo Jackson's wrist. Botanic let out of soft about the breath of his own pain while I felt the way that there was a deep sense of itself like a blood further burning up against his wrist and beside his skin as he twisted himself back, feeling the way that it was embedded for him they've against the edge of a skin as he did so, as he felt the way that the black that burned in aggravated above against the side of where there was that deep grime intention of that strange black melancholy those twisted up against and firmly embedded beside his skin to begin with.

The bird come out with his eyes narrowed as he leaned his brows of barbicide Bojack, snapped a set of power to the side now as he began to grow his hands further against the block of the rope. BoJack closed as I saw her lazy felt the way that his body tremored, and his eyes saw that began to puff open as he did civil I turn and saw the way that the days of the fingertips of the bird that analyzed against him begin to look over at it with the furthest sense of violence, and how come up with his palms crypt up against the side but in grappling it, it was clear that he was doing some sort of measurement about analysis, and Botox size bitter sweetly and sober looking up against him as his voice caught up as he saw the way that the bird then turned as he began indicate his eyes which had a natural sense of command of them, up in over towards a several different layer of the others that were clear the go over going some sort of sense of a chain system, sweeping out and calling and grappling up against another ball they can take a function of bar against each other across the circular balcony surrounding them.

"doesn't it hurt? Doesn't it feel anything to you like the way it does to me?" His voice trembled as he looked over towards the side of the bird, who tilted it set up as he looked over towards a circular balcony is taking a barbitoidsis front of his eyes Is he twisted his eyes up. His expression clean decided back over to Bojack when he heard the way that he spoke the trampling form of his word, and he twisted his eyes back, and giving him what seemed like somewhat of a soft edge of a warning as he did so as his hands grappled further over towards a block of the rope, Bojack giving up a small hint of his breath as he did so as he felt the way that it swung over against the side of his rope and beside his wrist as he did so I think of another pain of breath.

The bird said nothing come although there was a deep frantic flash of against his eyes as he looked over at Bojack as if we're the silent kind of recognition of warning, and then turning his head away from my barber towards or Bojack's eyes were bittersweet and looking over against in between the puffing designs he tilted his head up, and then grappled his hands further up against Bojack as he began to swing him forward as best as he was able to open over across the circular bottom of the platform of where both of them stood. Bojang, feeling the way that the burning of the rope was on the ground further begins to skin, and gave up a small crying, his body hitched back cuz he did so this time without any kind of capacity or attempt to fight, as is a word hit ship over towards his breath as he template begin to feel the way that the hands grab the poemicide as a wrist, as the burn turned up, and called out over towards the circular balconies taking Barbara beside his eyes as he turned his expression up and looked over towards them-

'collector sounds, make sure they can open up the child's and, and we'll make sure to take him over there as best as we can. We need the majority of our attention to be on taking the planet over as best as we're able to, and once we could open even just happen potential of that and see the way that things are beginning to be streamlined out of us will go from there. Do what you can to try to be able to function, collect your sounds protect your sounds, and we'll go from there. Focus, stay known at a perforatorids our purpose, and we can be able to have at least somewhat of a sense of even a little bit of kinder of relief, we have to be able to do what we can to find it and to stay together though, with our specific focus, as best as we're able to. Understood?"

His voice called out abruptly up over again society of the edge of the circular and various different nature of that which came along with the way that he called out over via to the space and over towards a various different congestants of the layers that was up against the front of him as he twisted his eyes up, and turned as his eyes snapped forward and abruptly over towards the front of the landscape that took a long the form of where he called out over between the layers surrounding up against design and the way that his voice called out over from the space surrounding over towards where his command called out over from the stock of the inside of the height that was taking for against the way that his voice called out.

Bo Jackson's twisted up as a twisted as he looked up over towards where his voice called out within that echo of command, and then he turned his eyes down, with a somber grief but inside of over towards boonton, and then grabbed his hands firm they both against the black of the rope. Bo Jackson's don't let out a cry as he began to feel the way that there was dead way that his hands grappled above against a side of the edge of his palms, as he gave up a small cry and felt the way that there was that significant grappling above against the side of his hands as his palm script up against him firmly. The eagle looked over at him with a careful look, and his eyes twisted up against him with the soft delicate candor as he looked over at him with a soft measurement as his hands grab but above the side as a wrist. There seemed to be a served certain kind of measurement that was taking over him as he looked over Bojack, although a deep determination that was over against his eyes as he looked him over that seemed as if it spoke of something that was of both of a deep command of a determination, well at the same time it analysis, as he looked over towards her Bojack was clearly trembling over towards the way to where he was grappling and pulling him further forward.

"Do you think you can make it across and over into the hallway?"

"To where?" His voice troubled as he twisted his eyes melancholically up over beside where the hands of the eagle pressed over against the ropes that was up against his palm. BoJack's voice was full of an edge of what we wanted to be able to believe gave him a sense of command, but even as he spoke it he could feel the way that his voice rather instead faltered rather than having any kind of successful attempt of being able to speak any kind of word of anything that would have suggested a sense of control. With the sounds of the various different voices they're latching the pub against the stack against the front of him, and with the way that their voices were continuing to thrash into call it over between another within their increased command and with their metallic voices similar over towards the lovelessness of the beaver and of the way that he had just barely managed to find any kind of reconciliation that come up with the his own functionality, he could only focus over towards the way that the eagle clearly had a sense of something that spoke that he was no longer in a position where he had any kind of control to have or to speak anything in particular.

he pressed his lips together song but they come up and his eyes looked over at him as a game of small trembling hitch for not as he looked over at him even as his breath tremored. The eagle began to let it occurred not as he looked over at him in with his hands pressing further against the side was wrist, even as he gave up an abrupt a violent hitch while he felt the way that of the burn of the rope pressed further begins to skin, did he begin to allow his timid, and wretched exhausted body, admittedly more worn it more than he knew what to do with a trip over his feet as he followed over towards where the eagle indicated for him to begin to follow from where he was easing his way for between where there was another hallway, fairly tall, and dry and mundane and modeled, as he indicated sharply for about time to begin to follow him over through it. There was no window is towards the emptiness of it and it looked like something that was a sentiment of something that would have been of an old hospital, save for the fact that there was some caked up and dry stone and of other antique decors that made up against it as he continued to fearfully allow his hands to be grabbed up one side this next to the eagle, and it was only the burning of the rope, his uncertainty as he looked over towards the way that the eagle was drag him through and overthrew the hallway, and his fear and paralyzation of the lack of understanding of that swinging over a rope and if otherwise there was coming up from the middle begins to him that caused him to force to roll up his shoulders, with his body congested in as he began to follow the eagle over towards the dry space in the hallway taking him.

His eyes were wide and balanced as he looked over towards the way that it stands ground but apart against the rope, and he could still feel the way that it was burning within him, but tripping over his feet as he followed the eagle did he feel that there was no choice, or that he had any strength left to be able to move himself forward into any significant fashion should he have even wanted to. As he began to hear the way that the entrance of the hallway now began to leave several bits of the voices otherwise from behind as they called it over against another, he found himself with no choice except to have a certain kind of song or acceptance, as he began to continuously follow the way that the hands scrambled up against him from the eagle, turning his head down as he did so as he continued to navigate his way up over through the dark grime that came along with the hallway. It wasn't until he began to see it that there was several different rid of lights, and the sound of what seemed like something that was made up of some kind of process of several different calling outs and that seemed as if some sort of intense suffering, and the sound of the grappling of the voices that was surrendering as a raised up as the voices contorted and trying to forever towards the air through the red that was taken over towards the other side of the end of the hallway that he began to tilt his head above against the side of the eagle's shoulder, letting out exhaust contorted question of breath coming up while he began to hear the way that the voice is in the red was beginning to throw over against one another, the lovelessness, the emptiness stomach which was now began to take it as he began to feel with his own body become increasing or contorted and turned in, the lovelessness and the complete expanse of that ongoing sense of that rhyme that demand, and that focus that was now taking forever towards the violence that was clearly happening and somewhere over towards those red chambers, landing over with that edge of light as well as would seem like a complete emotional defeat of thrashing and grappling up, that was now making his way firmly approv against the side of the space in front of him as he began to see the way that the red light of it Grandma's department towards the end of the hallway, not completely unlike would seem like some sort of jail cell waiting for him to come apart of it.

"Wait." His voice tremored as he tried as best to be able to pull back from the way that the eagle was now began to pull him forward. The eagle only slightly paused when he began to feel the way of that trembled his palms back as best as he was able to, although he only gave him the favor of slightly turning his head up over towards the side of his shoulder briefly for a moment, though did not dare turn up over towards him over towards the side of his palms as he looked over towards the side of his shoulder, with a brief edge would seem like an increasingly ongoing frustration, something it seemed far deeper, arrogance that was dressing apart against the eagle, and his own desperation that was taken from how he was pulling him forward and a perva towards the hallway and over towards the red paint to blamed that was over towards the chambers of the various different cages where he was pulling Bojack further forward.

"You're not going to be able to go to the place where you want to. We've already managed to be able to somehow, although with a lot of struggle navigate the planet of the turtle over towards where we want to be in the middle of the city. This is your choice now, and by choice, I mean this was the best thing that of what you could have come up with, the best output all things consider that could have come out of any of this."

His voice was a little bit on edge now as he turned and looked over to Bojack, his eyes were flashed forward I see the barber towards and mess he did so with his hands began to reach out to grapple further begins the side of his wrist again, but Bojack trips a spot tripped his body back as he did so as he gave a contorted that to his own breath within his fear as he did so, his eyes were snapped up as he began to use his body back for other way from where the eagle twisted as he looked over towards where his eyes were groomed up within a deep sense of his own candor of insistence as he looked him over with an edge to his eyes.

"You have to get this off me." his eyes turned down over towards the ropes that were from the grouped over against the edge of a skin, his eyes snapped down right as he did so as it was the first firmly forever against his wrist, burning over within the black as he did so as he twisted and looked over towards where it was deeply invited up against his skin, he could feel the burning as easy as anything, as he looked over I did engaged over towards where there was that sizzling of black song taken up against his eyes as he turned, with his eyes wide and fearful as he looked it over, his eyes snapped at pervertards the eagle who only slowed the begin a turnip over to Bojack when he began to realize that he was losing his cooperation, and his eyes were on edge, and his expression narrow, as he looked over to BoJack with the red light and with the very different tones of a surrounded up against him onto the very end of the last of the hallway. His eyes twisted up as he looked over to bojang, it was clear that he was caught up into it would seem like a deep extension of both grief and at the same time command when he heard the way that the Botox spoke is desperation, his eyes turned it over towards a message gave usanta breath but he indicated the setup or the side of a shoulder, or it's grappling of desperies he did so as he began to step his way back, although he gave up a cry when he felt not only a deeper burn that was up against the lack of the rope, but also just from how difficult it was just to move himself at all to begin with. he twisted his eyes down and over beside the end of the rope, his hands grappling appropriate against it as he tried to fight up against it, when the eagle looked over at him expectantly with an edge a question, he only snapped his eyes firmly forever against him with a frantic tired exhaust as he indicated for him frantically to take his hands against it, the eagle didn't move, but only kept his eyes expectant, almost would seem like as if he was waiting for Bojack to Ravel in front of him, as he saw the way that he pushed over against the bounds of the black surrounding his wrist and skin, or the very least, in his own way, attempted to.

"You can't be serious." His voice trimmered as he began to turn his head over the side of the shoulder, at the very least there was one extension of something that at least somewhat resembled a movement of his own focus as he turned a set up over the side of a shoulder, his feet begin to step back as he did so as his wrist begin to try to throw up against the side of the edge of the rope, but he turned his head frantically, his eyes now deeply backing as he looked over him somberly until he began to feel the way that, within his defeat and desperation he began to feel the way that his body began to slow the ease down and onto the ground in front of him, swallowing up the dense thickness as he looked over desperately beside The eagle.

"Please come and don't make me go in there. Whatever it is that you're doing, just let me go. You won't even know that I was ever involved in terms of trying to be able to get myself involved with the turtle, I promise. You won't even know that I was here, that I was suffering, that I was looking or that I was searching for anything, I promise. You only need to try to release me and let me go, help me to find my way, and then I can go as small as undetected as much as possible. You'll never know that I was here, I promise you that if you focus on whatever kind of humanity or you could get outside of the turtle, that's the only thing of what you'll need. That's all you have to get. Please."

His words tremor does he looked at Barbara beside the eagle, whose eye seemed as if they're filtered up within a deep expanse of a complication inside of him that he would not speak about or admit to as I snapped a burro beside where I could see the way that Bojack He's his body down and looked over at him frantically, his eyes lather up over with the deep endure of his own desperate question as he did so is he looked over at him without their begging up against his eyes. There was yet more thrashing, and shrieking that came over from those various different components of red light that was paved up are from the entrance, the eagle turn it said over the side of his shoulder, and with his pupils with flickering within their mania giving him away did he begin to snap his bodybroughly back over to Bojack, reaching his hands out as he brought this palms up begins to mess he began to lift him forward. BoJack gave a small cry as he began to feel the way that the hands were wrapped up against Angela's wrist, lifting him up right as quickly as much as he was able to even as BoJack letted a frantic end of his own protest as he was lifted up for it from the ground-

"You're wasting your time trying to do this. You don't understand how in reversible everything is, the fact that everything is already been decided and that you're only choice, the wisest thing you can do now, is to accept it and to go on to it head on. This isn't the kind of situation where you get a choice, were you ever had one, in any kind of situation or scenario where you're under the impression that you did was, all things considered, nothing except for a protrude lie, but sooner that you can accept that, in the sooner you can accept the complexity of what you can dedicate yourself to the easier that this will be, for everyone."

his voice had a certain kind of sharp end to it as he leaned forward, and grabbed his hands now firmly and violently up against the black robe that was up against Bo Jackson he began to feel the way that the bread left over against his mouth as he began to feel the way that he was abruptly snapped as the eagle raised him up right, latching forward into such a significantly a violent way that he could physically fail the way that his body in the Arab is disposition was now being grappled up into a certain violence as he was forced upright from the ground. His body twisted as he was contorted and forced upright from the way that he was eased up against himself and under the floor, his voice latched up into his suffering as he began to feel the way as he gave acquired that he was forced upright and firmly by the edge of the eagle, and is such a way that spoke of a clear violence that he can now sense as he began to feel the way that without any kind of sense of any kind of release or a gentleness, he was forced up right for only by the edge of the hand of the eagle, his eyes narrow burning, and demanding as bow attack was her minded over towards that true lovelessness that surrounded him now as he was forced up right by the end of the side of the eagle's hands whose expression narrowed as he forced and left him up right from the ground.

"No, stop, I don't want to-"

"You've made it this far' The eagle now began to twist his hands and barbican's Bojacks wrist, and his eyes snapped over at him with what seemed like a clearly abrasive light as he did so while his palms grabbed up or against the side of his wrist, has expression narrowed and turned down right as he did so as his hands begin to press for a Olympic and society of his palms. Bojang began to loaded a firm grapple against the edge of his tone as he twisted his body back, and felt the way that the hands as well as the burning of something that seemed as if he was beyond just the physical began to burn itself further beside his arrest, his eyes wide and as his head and reached back as he did so as he get for cry and felt the way that the rope began a twist and burn for the against him the more that the evil seems as if he was celebrating it, if only to the degree that he was beginning to grab the stands for other begins his eye of his wrist, as I was twisted in contorted up as he did so as his hands press further against the rope up against the inside of his skin as poetically have been abroad of breath and felt the way that it began to burn further begins his palms and against his wrist. The eagle twisted his head over the side, as he began to look over towards the edge of the rope where he was clearly trying to use it for a sense of his own control as best he was able, he twisted his head over against the side of his shoulder as he began to large his hands further begins bojang, pulling and thrusting him forward upright as he did so I see he began to grow up scenes for the big against him and forced him over towards the expanse of the red light and where there was those various different thrashes of what sounded like voices, calling out and desperations that was no turning up over from where he was being pulled and firmly contorted further too.

if it wasn't for the burning and the deliriousness that took him he would have font, but as it was he could only trip over his feet as he followed over against the side of his feet down and put over against the inward congestion at the hallway, his feet tripping above against the side of his own pattern as he did so is he began to fall of the hand further up towards where his poem was gripping up against him as he can and begin to force him further up and over through the hallway in front of him.

His voice caught a barbiturates his lip as he twisted his eyes and looked over towards where he could see the way that there was a burning red that was coming up over from every single component taking up against his eyes, with his pupil small with his own fear, to delirious both from the burning of the rope and the bong down block of it, and with his own disorientation of grappling edge of a breath he began a twist his eyes as he heard the way that there was shadows, and calling out for movements up against the red illumination of the light that took up against his eyes. he turned his head over to the side of his shoulder as he began to see the way that there was several different flashes of movement taking apart against his expression, and his eyes twisted as he turned, abruptly fearful with his voice caught up over against his breath, while he saw the way that there is a movement of silhouette of patterns of what was clearly both anamorphic silhouettes of creatures, as well as movement of animals and humans come a general civilizations that were either from the culture directly, or were robbed from somewhere else entirely-through the blinking of the sore of his eyes as he looked through every single component of the red space to give against the components against each does a size blamed and falted and looked over between them while he tripped over sweet and continued to follow the eagle with his hands ground would have against the side of Botox risk to over between them, and he could begin to see, with what seem like an erotic disposition of their red despairing eyes looking over abruptly and frankly up against the red blocked components of the red that surrounded them, and their heads twisted at Barbara towards the side within the movement of the red that took over towards them, and with their movements and their bodies used up into it seemed like a complete arrived of desperation as a snap to their expression of pervert a bow attack as he was continuously moved forward with the hands gripping up against the side of him firm lay beside the eagle, he began to recognize a sense of familiarity towards every single one, with the light up against their eyes and the red trembling of their tones and with their eyes snapped a barb against where they gleaned their desperation above a torrents were about Jack could see the way that there was not only that deep desperation, but an exertion of what seemed like they're unfamiliarity as they saw the way that he tripped his way over between the hallway while pulled firmly forward along with the eagle as he was pressed up against and was continuously forced to perva towards the space of the various tortured components taking up against his own despair as he looked over between every single one of their wide into red eyes that took them.

"What are they? Are these the ones that were initially thrown in caged in to begin with in the first place?"

His voice was on edge, trumbled as he twisted size and looked at Barbara beside where he could look over towards where there was no direct response over beside the eagle, hooking to you to grip his hands firmly perfect beside the edge of the ropes of his wrist as he continued to move his way further forward and over between the red and the various components that clearly had those wretched, torma did both emotions and eyes the returning as he looked over beside where he was begotten his way over towards them. The silhouette of the eagle that was now being taken over by the red, as well as what seem like they almost experimental whaling that was taking up against their side of their bodies only child to decide over to the side only for a moment, but continue to keep his hands twisted up against him without another word as he continued to force an adult him over towards a space of the hallway. His words got over against his lip, and as he felt the way that the eagle was clearly taking advantage of the fact that it was an enslavement to a degree from the way that the black was firmly embedded beside his wrist, did he continue to twist his body and can towards the way further forward, and see if he began to follow him up over towards the space that surrounded him while the hands and the grip of the eagle continue to grab them enforced him further over between the hallway.

"I know you. You were the one, the one that came over, that specific energy-"

There was one tone that came over with what seemed like a gentle feminine voice, and BoJack just barely caught the look of that pigeon woman whose clothes were wretched, her eyes were turned down and there was something about her that seemed as if he was contorting in and out from her desperate exertion, she was rushing her way over towards the side at the edge would seem like some sort of resistance that kept her from being able to go away from that block of red surrounding her, her eye is tormented, and disoriented disparaging as much as would have been expected, as her expression was trumpet up over within her melancholy as she looked over with that deep sense of would seem like an erratic despair difficult enough just to take in as she gripped her hands a bar beside her Bojack was pulled up beside her with the eagles hands firmly gripped over against the black of the rope of his wrist. Despite himself he turned as he looked over and met up against her eyes as his expression began to drag up from behind her, her expression was melancholic and twisted in as she did so, her expression firm pouted and desperate as her eyes turned as she began to follow him with that deep flicker of that seem like that deep but desperate wounded familiarity, as she followed him with her face abruptly contorted over within her own despair, following over to us or Bojack was and how he tripped over his feet and was forced further away from her even as her eyes continue to follow him with that desperate desperation.

BoJack size flickered over against the front himself as he continued to feel the way that his hands were grappled up over the side being edge of the hand that was gripping up against the rope of his wrist. his eyes looked over against the front of his eyes as he did so while he kept his eyes twisted down right to come his earth or about, he twisted his eyes forward as he began to collect himself as he began to erratically, although within the midst of his disarray of his own despair he could barely comprehend it, the way that he was moving forward as he tripped over sweet and over against the hallway and continue to follow the grappling of the hand of the man in front of him. His ear is lowered back as his eyes twisted up, as he looked over at him with an erratic a desperation but while his eyes and his mom is pimples begin to feel a wave of black for bling dread over coming in come out he twisted his eyes as he looked over beside the swing of the grappling the lead-up of the eagle that began to ease him down over against the rest of the space of the red lavish space taking up against the illuminated red light, and with his breath caught up towards his throat as he looked over towards the eagle with the edge of his own despair he swallowed thickly, turned his eyes up, and spoke with the trembling edge of the congestion of his throat as he looked over behind the eagles movement;

"this is the people. The culture that you initially try to be able to get to yourself to begin with in the first place. This these are the ones that you decide to be able to grip out and try to be able to grab over beside yourself, the ones that you took that you promised that would have a better life and that they would be protected from their own destroyed culture and plan it to begin with. This is what you're doing to them in order to be able to use that humanity for your own benefit? This is what it looks like?"

BoJack's voice was on edge, but the eagle did not even so much just turn his head over the side of his shoulder to even somewhat acknowledge her returns the way that Bojacks words or trembling as you twisted his eyes up, his eyes panicked abolished as he looked over towards for the eagle and they slammed much turn his head down over against the side of his shoulder, and his hands gread further begins to mess he did so while I turned, though he spoken nothing as he continued his way his body down in over towards the inquist space Torah it seemed like a gradually gave away her towards the end of the hallway, and of the red light swaying above between the spaces over between the two of them, with what seems like it would eventually end, and, as a wave of black dread overcame Bo and Jack at the thought of being put over towards one of those red components himself, he probably lower back as ears as he began to sweep his hands up away from the way that the movement of the eagle was pulling in forward. The eagle snapped to set up over to the side, and when he violently felt the way that despite how much it burned into Bojack's skin as he fought both against the black fog of the rope, as well as the burning of it as he gave us softened cry of all his eyes flicked the eagle's synapt his body of barbitored them, in his eyes flared up, twisting as he looked over him with the deep excellent of his own panic ate a question as he looked him over, and saw the way that Bojack appropriately began to step his way back with the sound exertion of his own fight up against him, his ears are back as he snapped his eyes It begins Tim with a deep insistence as he did so come up giving up a deep time to breath that she looked over towards the eagle that's began to snap his eyes with the fire as he turned and looked over towards him sharply.

"There's no other way for us to be able to go about extracting anything from them. They came here because they deserve it, because their culture fell into themselves, and the reason why that happened was because it was inevitable, it would have happened eventually. The curving into itself, the meaninglessness, because they didn't deserve better. If we're still alive, and fighting, and if we have even the slightest chance, then that means that we can have it.'

His hands began to reach out, as his palms gripped over against the side of the edge of Bo Jackson rest come up his words caught a perpet towards the end of his throat as you begin to feel the way that it stands begin to ground plus a twisted up against him, but with his hands wretching above against the side of the way that his hands reached out, the eagle's eyes begin to flare up over with the sudden shock of violence feeling the way that Botox try is best to step his way back away from him, as much as apparelization of his body would manage. As I snapped over tentatively towards where you could see the way that there were several bits of those wretched edge of the several different and morphic animals, the corruption of the edges of their bodies and their twisting over against their desperation from the block of the red fog that was taken up against them as he saw the way that Bojack rushed himself back, words caught above towards the edge was through it as he did so as he turned his eyes friendly looked over between where he could see the way that there is that dread despair and of otherwise and similar taken up against them, and could hear the way that one called out, disoriented, their voice hardly if anything that was of any kind of significance of confidence as they saw the way that he probably stepped his way back, the word slashed over towards his throat, and ears are back as his body curled in as he blames glazed his eyes above between where he could see where their bodies were clearly being cut up sharded, with several different movements of what seemed like the light a corruption at otherwise taking Barbara towards the wretchen nature of their bodies come in as he looked over at him with their eyes wow that up, and where it's called out over towards him, as you tremble this way up against the side from where the eagle have been pulling him further forward.

"It's none of your business now. It's already been made up."

The eagles voice is coming out into it seemed like a frantic command, and Botox snap design is a barbiturates where you could see the way, as much as he could just barely keep himself collect over with an his stumbling, towards where the eagle was now twisting his head of herbivore towards a side of her Bojack stepped his way back, he turned his eyes assequent his expression of barbitoids where he could see the blurry expanse of where there was an eagle that was now began to come over beside the direction of his body. He loaded an abrupt hitch of his own desperation to try to be able to display it back, tripping over against the side his feet while he saw the way that the eagle, whose hands were an array of both rooms as well as palms up against his wrists begin a twist his eyes above against him within an abrupt neuroticism of his own command while his eyes flashed up with a red all of camp over beside him. His hands began to reach it as a grappled into twisted a barb against the side was wrist even as Bojack loved and abrupt protest feeling the way that his hands is grown but apart against the rope taking it bargains the side of his eyes, although he tried to be able to ease up into any kind of sensation of protest, as he twisted his eyes back and tried to be able to call back out he could feel the way that the hands reached out twisted and grappled up orbital towards the end of the side of his wrist again, and he could feel that burning sensation that with that rope that was twisted and grown further begins to the rest, he said twisted and contorted back as he did so, until he probably began to feel the way that is bodies dump and latched up over with the crash and over towards the side of the ground again, although with the swinging of his body and the resistance up against his form and the disorientation of the twist of the rasp of his breath, he could only feel an increase sense of it fight of an edge of disorientation taking him, as he turned plurally and looked over towards where there was that leaning over of the bird, his eyes seemed as if they're more inflamed with the deep desperation more than anything else, as his hands begin to grab lunch was to borrow towards the end of the side of the rope and began to grab one to twist him up right I can decide if the age of his command again, and could even hear the way that he called out with a violence towards the rest of the increasingly more callouts of both protest as well as desperation of attachment over to BoJack as they cleaned the words it over from the black block of the red-although Bojack was trying to be able to focus, and failing significantly, through the blurriness that took up against the tone of his eyes he twisted set a bird to the side and saw the way that there was several different to us over a voices and oftones that were increasing over from where they were calling out with an increased protest beside the red of the blocks of where they're calling out with their increased whaling taking birth towards the space of their desperate fight of protest, and if there is anything to go by the desperation of that of which they spoke or how they sounded, it was clear that there is a deep extent of a desperation twisting above against the right of the block, their eyes calling out and desperate, and BoJack as a twisted as said blur labor between Ray could see the way that their bodies were erratic playing twisting and calling out desperately beside when another that it was clear that there was some sort of deep expanse of a desperation, and it was only at that point that he could feel any kind of true understanding about how much they were suffering, having their very essence taken from them, whether it would have been able to leave them over towards a true extent of freedom or not, their essence in and of itself seemed as if it was being robbed and quite likely sharted out from them, as if by a slab of meat.

His hands begin to twist it back the side where he could feel the way that the hands of the eagle was grappling as a wrestled up against him, and is here is lower back as his eyes abruptly begin to snap over towards where he had turned abruptly, but then edge of the fight of his tone up over the side the eagle as he did so as he began to, despite knowing that it was going to inherently make him feel a deep sense of burning, twisted his hands as he abruptly began to try to snap his palms above against the side of the grappling over of the edge of the side of the hands that would grapple up against him, his hands twisted up and thrusted up over against the side of his palms you've messy could feel the way that there was a deep burning a perfect answer to the side of his wrist from even just from the way that he moved. As his eyes twisted over frantically beside the end of the tone of the way the hand was grappled up against the side of him, he twisted his eyes of frantically a perva towards where there was that deep burning and the grappling of the burning of the rope as well as the weight of the universe and if it's craving, Bojack snap decides that p**** began to snap his body forward up over beside where the body was leaned up against him, breath caught a breath towards his throat and tell with at least as much as fight of a movement that he could despite that burning, snapped his hands over away from the side of the eagle who with his head turnip over to the side and seeing as if used to speaking of violent command over towards the other animals, was now nothing but a violent blur but Bojack job is body against him and twisted his head up, looking over towards where the body begin to display and hitch back as his body appropriately going to stumble and splay down and hit up against the ground as his body began to splay a banan to the side of the floor.

He gave up a significant cry coming out with his head twisted back as he did so as he began to feel the way that the burning, as well as even that whaling that came along with the universe and of its own hunger, maliciousness or whatever kind of weight that was surrounding up against his wrist increased. His body began to raise up from working happening reached on and over beside the ground as he began to let himself upright, and twisted his eyes milgonically over towards where he could see the way that there was several of those energies of prisoners and of animals twisting the rise as they turned and continue to call it over towards his direction, their bodies sickly and frantic, eyes twisting and barber against him, and expression red as he saw the way that he saw the beginner twist with his hands trumped up over against the ground while he turned and looked over towards where their eyes were snapped over within a deep expression of their tensionistic lamed up over beside his expression.

he began to lift himself up, twisting his body up over towards the end of the side of the ground she gave a hitch and lifted himself forward, and with his feet tripped over against the side of his direction began to, as best as he was able to, although with every single movement of his ankle he was aware of that deep thrash and would seem like that deep heavy whaling, the grief melancholy, and the bone of the universe I was grabbling up against him as he turned fearfully and looked over towards the body that was now twisted up from the ground from working to Beverly hit his shoulder up against it. His eyes were widened, and his breath got above her with the drying extension of his throat as he began to step his way above against the side of the eagle-It seems as if he had hit him more violent than he thought and as is I slinched as he looked hard and fearfully, he could see the way that there is a slide to burning that was on the side of the eagle's head with a fog steaming out from the side of it as if he had hit directly from the edge of his wrist and over toward the side of his head, burning out with a significant black fog twisting up over against the side of its head as if there was an inherent toxicity from the universe that had bulb of or against the inside of the whole of his head, his eyes closed and his head turned back, twisted a barb against the side the end of the ground, with his body contorted beak opened up, clearly completely blocked out significantly for the time as he did snowball the black light was twisted and beamed up from the levitation over against from the side of the end of the right of his body.

BoJack turned as he began to frantically rush his way up against the side of where the rest were calling her forever towards and frantically, their words were large to perva towards would seem like an increased extension of their desperation, although he couldn't have brought any kind ofTime to be able to consider it as he began to rush his vape over a cross the hallway in front of him as he transpassed his way above between the red blocks that took up against him while he used his body forward as quickly as much as he was able to-briefly, with a send twisting above against a side of her shoulder and fear, he began to hear the way that there is a deep of blaring horn that now began to echo and project up over against the hallway or where he was rushing himself further through. His head twisted apart for the side of his shoulder as he paused briefly for a moment does he heard the way that there was that chilling horn coming would seem like an exertion of what was a deep sense of command that now had a takeaway aluminous way that it was called as it was deranged out and over towards the emptiness of what had previously been the hallway in the system, it was loud and commanding enough that Botox stop entirely as his feature but up from the way that he was using himself for their forward, his ear is lower back as his breath caught up as he took a quick hitch and twisted, hearing the way that even the thrashing in the desperation of the congested movement of those that are calling and gramming and twisting their bodies above her against one another, we're now abruptly beginning to turn as they looked over towards where they could hear the way that that echo and that snapping of where there was that strange command, and where that echo of trumpet was now begin to ease itself over between the hallway and front of the cages of where they are stood with the bodies thrashing up and easing over within their increased hitch of movement as he did so in between the red blocks that took them that they were attempting to function through.

He positive roughly, and, with his hands pressed a barber towards his palms he twisted his attention, disoriented and exhausted and blurred as much as it was above between the deep embediment of the rope that was inside of his palms. His ears lower back as he looked over frantically towards where it was deeply embedded up over against his skin now, seeing the way that the heaviness and the meditation of it was now began to surrender itself further begins his palms as he turned, and looked it over, his breath got a perva towards the use of his desperation as he gave a hitch and turn, and saw the way that it was now began to burn further perforatorides as arrest as he looked over besided with a desperate exhausted exertion of his own are as he claimed Barbara towards where both the fog as well as the piss of the rope and the whaling, the deep possession of the universe in general was now firmly sinking over and into his wrist.

Taking a fearful breath as he looked over towards the front of the rope he began to twist his body down, kneeling himself up over onto the ground as he did so as he began to hear the way that, gradually, the voices in the calling out in the congestion of the words of others began to thrush firm labor towards the lack of the red again as they can two to hitch in a call out of for against him to one another. Some of them were focused over towards his direction but his eyes were widen, burnable, and fearful as his hands Trump would above against the burning of the rope taking up against his palms as he looked derivator towards the way that it was sinking of over towards his wrist further, as he felt the way that it was beginning to sink up as it embedded and begin to rise up against his arrest as it burned firmly and inside of his skin, with something that seemed to come as much as anything could that wasn't directly capable, was thinking itself for other perpet towards its skin but the burn twisting of power towards the edge of the air surrounding it begins the desperation in the bulging of a spherical eyes.

Pressing his swear is underneath the soft tentative nature of his breath, he began to grab his hands as best as he was able to beside the rope, although, having his wrist be bound he had no choice but to gradually allow his wrist to ease forward into inch over towards the side of the burning in the edge of the block of the rope and it's away as best as he was able to, his eyes were caught up, bulging and twisted over with a increase extension of his own focus as he tries to hitch his hands up over against the rope within any kind of control that it could have had, his fingertips trembling up over beside it as he did so well he began to quickly reach over towards it as quickly and as best as he was able to. As his hands began to reach further back and over beside on the edge of the rope, he began to hear the way that there was several other pounds of voices and of calls out in commands that was coming up and over from behind the violence of the rhythm happening behind him. he was too caught up on trying to be able to focus over towards the edge of his tumbling fingertips over beside the rope to even so much as turn his head or to look over towards the direction where he began to hear the physical sound of feed up against the ground, the command and they're calling out and they're snapping over of their eyes over towards the direction as there was clearly a sense of what was both a violence coming of whooping, and a command and it was shout to focus of violence over between where the other ones were thrashing up with their voice trembling over from where they were calling out but it now seemed as if they're begging, partially violently even, over from the right of the following that was taking up against them as they turned with their voices hitched and called out, and turned as they looked over towards where there was several different of those that were clearly those that had been outside that had brought Bojack inside of the building to begin with that were now began to call it with a violence come up even the sounds of it seemed like some sort of violent whooping twist, and some deep command up against the side of where they were calling out and commanding and twisting their corruption above against those that were desperate and claiming out their commands of beggings over behind the red that took them from behind the entrance of the components of where they were behind.

With his eyes still bidened and with his breath coming up with a trembling, he only just barely managed to ease his wrist forward into an awkward fashion to finally you sit up and beside the end of the side of the burning of the rope. his eyes were twisted, and his body caught up within the edge of the emptiness of his breath as he began to rock his body forward, until he began to feel the way that with the burning of the edge of the rope, he finally began to ease his fingertips up over beside it as he began to feel the way that the black of it and the black smog as well as that increase sound of that whaling that was already significant was now began to twist firmly and further up over against thee the edge of his palm, and it seemed as if the more that he was beginning to try to attempt to squeeze into an undo it, desperately as much as he was able to the more that he was beginning to unravel up over towards a desperation of him having the ability of being able to change anything about it at all as he began to feel the way that that wailing burning, almost as if it was some sort of erratic and wretched rejection above against the energy of the universe and as its command, was physically jobing and mocking on them and extending over within its own rejection of against the deep touch of the rope of his wrist coming as he trembled and tried his best to unravel the rope as quickly as much as he was able to from the way that it was embedded to leave a perfect against the sweating edge of his wrist as he looked over it with that large exhaust and bulging up against his eyes, but still, even with the yet more blood those caking down up against his wrist and the deep aching from his skin, did he continue to move it forward as quickly as he would have been able to. Though his wrist was paralyzed coming and his body trembled up coming and his skin sweating as he continued to try to focus on moving his direction above towards it as quickly as much as he would have been able to.

He closed his eyes, as he began to finally feel the way that his fingertip was using down underneath the black rope, and notice the way that the fog although turning out from it as a beginner sweep over from the edge of the side of his palm, was now somewhat began to be lifted up from the way that his fingertips threaded above against the end of the rope from the way that his palms threaded firmly and deeply and quicker into it as a big end is itself down against the side of where his fingertips pressed firmly against the edge of the rope taking up against the edge of his palm while he tried to lift it up from his skin as quickly as much as he was able to. His eyes flinched, his eyes twisted back up or over towards it, his body rocked as he tried to focus over towards being able to lift it up as he began to feel the way and that he left it up from the way that it was firmly east of against the inside the embedment of a skin. His eyes figured over with the filtered exhaust as he twisted his eyes upward with that wide and desperation, and then turned as he looked over frantically towards where he could hear the way that there was yet still more continued calls, the way that their voices and their bodies were thrashing above against where there was that fearful extension of energy coming from those that were behind the heat of their walls as it was clear the being whipped, surrendered commanded, and mocked over again themselves over between where there was that command and large entrance of those that were trying to be able to fight and display their hands and called out over with that frantic exertion of their violence of birth vacancy edge of the sides of their directions as they did so.

Although BoJack kept turning his head over the side of his shoulder while his eyes was trenched over towards a deep paralyzation of his fear, and by this point he could not ignore the violence nor of the force that was coming along with those that were being eased over within their corruption from that of which to run it up against them, he only twisted the size frantically as he gave us out congested breath and kept his body firmly twisted and contorted in I can decide of the rope until he began to see the way that slowly, that delicate already burning black of edge of rope was now began to his further against the edge of his palm, twisting further up as he did so as he tried to be able to lift it up the best as he would have been able to, as he felt the way of that to the rope and its syringes was ground to begin his hatcher from the way that he left his finger up and separated it from his hand as best to see was able to.

His expression was paralyzed, and fearful, but he slowly began to see the way that the fabric of it was beginning to cut up, although the whaling that was coming over from that deep overall heavy sense was in deniable towards the way that it was thrushing and calling out beside the end of the trembling of his palm. He gave up deep chronic, trusting his head back as he did so is he began to feel the way that these splay if it began to detach as it overcame the side of the edge of his wrist. He twisted his head up over to the side as he twisted his expression frantically above towards where he could see the way that there was several bits of the fire of the light of the anamorphic animals and of the other civilizations that rush themselves over into the hallway, the rise turnip over towards him with the flame of their expression as they twisted the rise above her beside him, twisting their expressions up into it seemed like a knowing expression over towards the exertion of where he looked over at them fearfully, with his ears are back you slow at the beginning to lift his body up from the ground as a gift a quick sawbridge of breath, lifted his body up right as he did so, breath caught of Barbara torrent's lamp as he now had at least one hand and wrist free, although as is wide eyes turn a barbitoid the trembling of his wrist he could see the way that there was a clear sense of a deep cut of the blood that happened from returned up against his skin, his ears lower back and as I was trying to permit towards it as he saw the way that it was gradually dropping down and bond to the floor in front of him.

'Bojack!'

There is a voice at abruptly and begin to grime its voice above towards him down the hallway. It was clearly one of the voices that came along with those that had initially released themselves over and down the hallway to begin with. His eyes widen, as you turned and looked over to where he could hear the way that there was one voice calling out frantically a bar against the hallway beside him. his eyes wide and, his head turn it over to the side as his breath caught up over towards his life and, with his body curled in and with his eyes flashed up did he began to, fearfully, turn his head up over against a side of his shoulder as he turned to come up and with his eyes twisting above towards the end of the hallway with his eyes glooming up over towards as best as much as he could in terms of any relief did he began to frantically twist his eyes frantically over and to the very end of the hallway, looking from one side of the wall and over towards the next coming although it was clear that there was nothing but addenda a dead end in terms of where he'd been taken in terms the components come of the trapping, and then you should set that of which I've been those of what we're surrounding him.

His breath caught up over towards his throat as he swallowed the clay, as I was turning with the blood panic extension of his eyes as he looked over towards the side was expression forantically coming he could see the way as he turned around, only at a desperation of fear, the way that several other bodies were now began to turn as they twisted as he began to move the way abortions's body. He swallowed thickly as he turned looked over towards where there was two, address to perva towards those same down cast of the robes and with their hands grippled up over beside the edge of the ropes, that they begin to twist and pull further birth towards the edge of his direction. He stepped his way back as he looked over towards them early with an edge kind of perva towards a dryness of his throat as he looked over between them while he swallowed thickly, his ear is lowered back as he tripped his way back over towards the back of the wall taking over against the form of where it was the only place of where he could have even of hope to have been able to have gone to.

At least one of the anamorphic animals that was caught a purgatory the end of the side of his body was now beginning to call it over towards him with the particular kind of interruption of the way that they're both body was contorting and thrashing it over towards where they called it over towards him, their eyes twisted as he looked over towards him as he gave up a significant breath above towards the side of the edge of his body, their voice called it over against the side of him, their eyes read it and twisted out of her towards him, and his eyes frantically used to barber towards where you smoked and saw the way that there was one wretched, and would seem like half destroyed it turned downside of cheetah, her eyes were red as she looked over towards him through the block of the fog that he's dip against her as her hand seemed as if they were, as best as much of a circumstances were allowing herself to to twist over as she thrust herself aparovic in the side of the red wall taking up against her she snapped her body from a barber towards him, her eyes twisted over with the red gleam with a twist of her eyes as she looked over towards him frantically, and his Bojack twisted as he looked over at her with his somber insertainty it was clear that as much as she was able to, that even within the wretched contortion of her body behind the back of the red wall that she was calling out to him, her eyes are red and glimbered frantically that she did so while her hands twisted over against that can just know the red wall taking her, as she called out to him with her eyes snapped over against it while she gleaned her eyes with a frantic violence of desperation twisting that she looked over towards him with her voice snapped at over against the side of the red of the wall.

Although the thrashing in the various desperation from the animals and from the energy was still consistently thrashing up with its shadow but against the red block of where they were easing up their bodies and their desperation, it was clear that they had no actual power of being able to significantly affect or to even somewhat reach over towards her Bojack was slowly begin to step himself away from where he could see that there was that increase in detriment of tongue to see of the flood of heat taking over towards the eyes of the animal that begins to rush his way above her beside him, and his hands are gripped at barf against the side at the edge of the rope of his palm, his expression lowered and twisted back as he did so as he began to step his way further above her to BoJack both with a caution, but with would seem like a deep detriment of ambition as he did so as he looked up our side for attack within his deep scrutiny.

There were several others behind him that began to reach out, grappling up over against the rest of those that were wailing and hitching out from the back of the siege of the red of that of which they are trying to find up against and yet the same time seemed as if they're almost protected by their cage of what they were lost within. Two of them began to reach out as a grappled over to citizens that were thrashing and calling out, their voice is snapped over into a significant way all that caused Bojack to contortan Ezekiel of the significant breath of his own uncomfortability and of suffering of pain as he saw the way that they were grappled and firmly put above against the side of the edge of their hands, they chose to their palms up against him, twisted their bodies back as they screeched us several of the bodies of them began to grapple over against those clearly congested engaged energies that was taking them in, and at least two of them twisted as he turned over with their eyes thrashed with the deep extension of their own desperate light, their expressions contorted and twisted as they did so as they were slammed above against the side of where two of the anamorphic animals that were grappling their palms up against him to keep them next to them within their control gradually begin with of them down, hitting them and thrashing them apart towards the ground as they did so.

The sound of the chain of the metal sounded as if it was doing a particularly violent caution note from the outside again, echoing a barbitoids the exertion of the side of the space and over towards the emptiness of the air from the outside, and there was yet more violence as they called it over against one another. BoJack snapped his eyes at perpetars where he could see the way that there is a deep knowing that came along with that of the animal that was walking over towards him with his hands trembling up over beside more black mog of rope similar to what he had before, although his eyes were cleaned down and twisted up with the cautionesses expression flashed above her against Bojack with any deep scrutiny, clearly half expecting for Bojack to burst away to run from him, and yet also having would seem like a deep violence of his own concentration as he gazed up against him with his hands firmly gently wrapped up against the rope as he looked him over with a firm narrow of his heated expression, clearly in such a way that he was convinced that having to be able to grapple over Bojack beside his control was something of what he needed for any slightest hope for any kind of survival himself.

with the two animals that have been grappled over from the side of the black block of heat of what they had been thrown into, and with the others that were grappling as it snap them over as it's ability them fond of the ground, with their hands scribbling up over beside their wrists as they withered and called out as their bodies twisted back right as they did so with their bodies thrashing and twisting up, Bojack abruptly felt the way that his eyes snapped over frantically towards where he could see the way and that there is that deep end of red of not narrowing that came over with the animal that stood up in front of him. It was clear that there was a sense of caution that overcame him, well his hands pressed up over beside the black robe as his pawn swept up against it, and then he's back over towards its bog again. Bojang, with the head twisted of Barbara towards the back of the wall that was behind him gave up a quick breath, twisted his eyes over towards her he could see the way that the hand trauma to barf against his palms and then, with his voice cut of arbitrage his throat to begin to quickly burst forward as quickly as much as able to in a bar with through the hallway, dripping over his feet as his breath caught above towards his lip as he did so as he bursted and sweat towards the hallway in front of him, his ear sword back is he twisted himself up against the side of the towering look of the man, whose eyes flashed over as he snapped his head over and let it in abrupt frantic and desperate call out over towards him coming but BoJack only took to quickly tripping over his feet and rushing forward as quickly as much as you was able to and up over towards the hallway in front of him, even with the clear exertion that came along with the way that there was several different animals that are being pulled from the ground and we're now being robbed traumatized, beaten, and gripped down right as they thrashed and turn it over against the hands that groped over against their neck, and if we're beside their bodies as they're in light and flame of their own fight snapped over as BoJack quickly stripped over his feet, hear his Lord back, and I snapped forward quickly as he began to burst as he rushed his way up over between the withering form of the fight of their bodies.

"Get him! Now!" There was a call out frantically over from one side of where there was one animal that was crippling his hands are perfect It's one of the withering forms of that of what she had just pulled over from the red and beside him, his voice called out, voice latching a barber towards where he could call out frantically over to where he could see the way that there was a tone of what seemed like the very animal that I just whipped his hands over with the burning of his rope and it snapped and grazed over against BoJack's back as he had quickly cramped in and brushed himself back up behind him as quickly as much as he was able to, barely managing to subvert the way that he'd felt the way that the burning of the rope had grades to barf against his back and see it painfully if that out to hitch upon feeling the way that it agreased up over and beside his body.

But he did manage, in the middle of the chaos that came along with those are grappling above against the attempt of control that they had with those that were now withering onto the ground, and with this feat tripping above against some managed to be able to make his way back over towards the front of the circular entrance of her hand been. His eyes widen, fear and capsulating over against the furring of his features as he now began to see the way that were previously there have been nothing except for just the command and the focus of moving up the middle chains against the side of the edge of the wheels that there was no clear withering of what seemed like a similar conflict to what he had seen between those that were engaged and those that were using the engagement that was no twisting grappling out, and calling out with a shriek, as he troubled with their body's side stepping up over towards the edge of the side the balcony of where their bodies were withering and twisting, and even grappled up over towards the various different citizens of those that were keeping their arms scrubbed over against their neck, their bodies withering and twisting coming and clearly calling out over towards one other with what was a deep abrupt hard edge of the way that they called out over against the side at the end of the balconies, voice latched and called it over against one other with a deep sharbage a panic that spoke that they were aware of the fact that they had very little time or if any hope of being able to do anything except to try to be able to grab as much as they are able to, the focus of trying to be able to keep them collected as much as they could.

Botox sent designs of Barbara towards the entrance of the two massive doors if that of which it happened closed to put him off originally, and even with the panic that was flooded of barbitoid's his eyes he took a breath, hitched up his expression, and rolled his shoulders forward as he began to, know his legs were stout and caught up over towards the violence of what happened dripped up against them, rushed himself a perforatorids the entrance and over towards the door as quickly as much as he could get over towards it. His breath was caught up over towards his throat, his words lodged to performance towards the way that he used himself frantically a pervert towards the door in front of him as his hands pressed up over firmly beside the door. His eyes, and desperate and loud that a barbitoids is desperation and of his own specific despair of unknowing east of barbiturates we could see the way that it was hollowing above against his eyes, his ears lowered back as he twisted as his voice was snapped over within it were pungent despair, as he turned it set up with a soft melancholy and gazed over towards we could feel the way as his hands pushed up against it violently, the way that the door refused to move up against his palm.

"BoJack!" at first, he lowered his ears as he refused to look up over towards where he could hear the way that there is a withering of a body, and whether it was one of those that had engaged over towards a very ones of what their wrestling with now or someone else he could not bother himself to be able to know, he simply kept his ears or back as hand stayed from my pressed up against the side of the door, stagnant, with his hands pressed up against it as his eyes flashed over against aside but while his hands troubled up against it. He could only turn his head forward towards the side with shoulder as he heard the way that another voice called out again, with the echoing of the way that it called out with the trembling of the edge of its own focus when he began to hear the way that the voice called out again, with an increase sense of its own desperation and of its call out within something that seemed as if it was really more so trying to be able to ease up or a tourism extensive projected hope that they wanted to get from him rather than otherwise.

His eyes come up flickering over within his despair, twisted his head up barber towards the side of his shoulder as his breath caught up as he snapped his eyes up over towards where he could see the way that there is a twisting over of a grappling of a body that was twisted a bar against the cliff beside where there was one particularly twisted cut up, and turned down body that was clearly having her form, her clothes, and everything about her scrunch and eyes and troubled and contorted appropriate against the very man that kept his arms ramped up against her. Her voice called out over towards the extension of where he snapped his eyes up over towards where she was twisting, her eyes claimed out into desperation comment until it, abruptly, with the man that kept his body twisted up against her, a particularly and gray man did he begin to throw her now to the ground, and her voice caught up as she felt the way that her body twisted as she fell down over to the ground, and the burly man come at clearly caught up over towards some kind of deep arrogance of violence, began to branch out his knife over between the act of his rooms as he twisted up over his swords his handle, leaned it up barf against a sign of her body, and she twisted her eyes up as she did so as she curled herself and on to the ground, her eyes and laughed it up with an emotion, as she goes up over towards where he began to use his hands and, causing Bojack to close his eyes with an abrupt hitch as he saw the way that his hands begin a group of against aside for skin, it was clear that he was trying to manage to cut something out of her, as she thought at a particular Halloween and just as equally disoriented terrifying exhausted breath come in as much of would have been expected as her voice began a twister over towards the force of it.

"Use the same thing that got caused you to be able to get here to begin with. The mood, the conjuring up, the despair, falling firmly into it, believing it coming and staying beside and giving it energy. It's the only way that you'll be able to free yourself in any kind of significant way from the corner where you are now. The turtle is leaving, and it's getting skinned, and used for everything of what it's worth exactly as to what you would expect, you have to do what you can."

Her voice was trumbling, but it was clear, even though her voice was kind of caught up over towards the unremarkable and desperation that would have come from someone that did not have his nearly as much control as much as they needed, with their way that our voice claimed and twisted out from how our body snapped over from where she had abruptly been slammed down and over and on to the ground. It was clear that the man in front of her, with that extension of the ugliness those drenched abrovoid towards is barely features, and with the grotesque determination across as features and with his fingertips pressing above and beside the sharp of the blade, was too kind of perpet towards some deep grotesque amount of his own desire of being able to use her and scuff suffocating his hands up against her neck, until she thoughted a quick hitch for breath where their body twisted in contorted back, as he began his saw his knife and bargain inside of the edge of her body as she twisted and contorted up against him. There was such a pain that it was coming along clearly with the physical pursuit of his own body, that BoJackies does body back as he looked over in her the way that her voice began a projected over towards a deep exhaustion of pain, her body switching contorting and snapping out right as she did so, as she tried her best to twist her eyes a borrow towards Bojack again, although it was incredibly and and definitely clear that she was already beginning to lose herself over towards the succumbed nature of the way that a body was twisting and contorting above her against the side of where the man kept his hands grappled up against her, as his hands twisted it turned, and twisted apart against aside the edge of her skin even though she called out to him desperately with their rice flickering up, and her body contorting as she began to feel the suffocated violence of his knife against her skin.

He could only feel like increasingly more disoriented black despair, something that seemed as if it was a sign of the fact of that unless he managed to be able to find a way of being able to be inventive towards what you spoke, that a true deep despair was inevitable in terms of where he'd be on the other side of things. He twisted the bitter sweetness of his eyes a barber towards where he could hear the way that the voice is continued at thrash and a call out, the violence of them using up over with their increased extension of the way that the voice is grimed up against one other within would seem like anything that was wise, violent, and just as repulsive as much as would have been expected. As he turned his eyes frantically a barber towards where he could hear the way that the voice is called and thrashed out against one other within the emptiness of their own despair that it seemed as if they were hard-pressed to manage to be able to ignore themselves, he could only turn as he looked over with his eyes snapped over and abrupt and desperate to the way that there was the sound of blood as well as those that seemed as if it was under their control of their own sin, of their own black heart and of their intention and of their lives, now dressing up and guiding their palms from the aparatory seat after the side of those are withering up and wailing up over towards the extension of where they thrashed underneath the way of where they were being used and eventually cut open, for whatever it was that their helplessness would have been able to give them.

They're allowed, and violent voices now begin a drench up over against the side of the hallway, and BoJack began to step his way back as he did so, as he could only feel the way that his body began to roughly snap up over towards the side at the end of the doors his voice caught up as he did so. Though his words were lost for words over towards the way that he was able to try to capture himself away from where the voices were thrashed and called it over to one another, his voice launched out over into a deep despair he could nonetheless count You're the way that the thumping of tones, a voice isn't of the way that they are calling out a sick and two to God their way as quickly as much as they were able to begin a thrush sweep over against the hallway, and tell abruptly their voice is began to stop over towards where it was clear that their hands were crippled over towards would seem like several different illuminated light that was inside the trembling of their palms, and into such significant way that it seemed as if their eyes flashed above at a Bojack, with expression slashed a perpetuates both are suffering and greed, and his BoJack twisted his eyes as he looked over with his voice caught up towards where he could see the way that their hands were grazed apart against with the light that was taking it over and within them, it was clear, if if only from the fact that he could feel the way that there is that deep despair and that energy that was inside of their hands that had that illuminated glow within it, that they had clearly cut up, and taken the physical nature of that of which was surrounding them from the left with nothing but their humanity, that was now trench to perv against their eyes as they twisted their expression and turned, the rise and the Lord and faltered as secrete a purgatory for BoJack was, the rise twisted and contorted down as they did so while they glean the rise up or against him within their faltered edged their own insistency physically in their expression of perfect towards him.

"BoJack, this is only going to get more disorienting and more and dignified the more that you try to fight it against the truth of things. Best thing of what you can do is to try to be able to surrender yourself now because you're only going to put yourself into a further sense of lovelessness, of emptiness, have disorientation, there's really nothing that can be done at this point, except for you to accept the emptiness, we're not here to cater to you or anything to do with you-the best of what you can do is to go forward into accept the emptiness of that. You're not here to be perfect, you're not even here to be known her to be cared about but rather to be used for that universal projection of what you need, get outside of the entanglement of your perspective a bit and maybe you'll see how true that needs to be. Your own chaos is at an end, your own ability and your worth and your value to be able to stay up beside it."

there is a shriek that came along with the protest of that of which was seizing above her beside the balcony, as BoJack looked over towards the two animals inside him sunglasses zero sword back while it's breath was caught up. His eyes snapped at Barbara towards where he could see the way that there is a hitching in the swing above the edge of the side of that pigeon woman whose body was already wretched and turned and carried up from the way that her body was being grappled up against the side of the man, he was already now began a twister as he could begin to see the way that her blood was now being smelled from the barbato towards the way that it was polluting up barbitoids the otherwise stagnant so the building, her voice twisted caught up, and desperate as she tried her best to be able to fight it but it quickly became nothing more but a soulless and finite tree, becoming nothing more except for something that was succumbed over and eat the violence of what was happening to her as it not going to borrow from the space. The mental and spiritual disorientation come in and the clear suffering that came along with the began echo and regurgitate of barbitoid's air and tell her voice slowly begin to fault or above towards a deeper sense of accepted mundane did he, that was clear that there was still a deep edge of her own desperate nation, other way that she called out, her voice snapped up and thrashed up against herself as she did so, as she twisted her body aparate towards the side of where she tried her best to be able to shriek out what was clearly an attempt of protest, although with her body snapping up twisting it with that deep disorientation of that neuroticism of despair, as she quickly began to become limper and more weak come and tell her voice was to come to purgatory the air, it was clear that any attempt that she had it was now being succumbed to Barbara towards the physical disparagement of that of which the man was doing, his expression grimace to disgust as he kept his hands from like crawled up over side her neck as he did so.

His eyes bittersweet and so I'm late twisted back over towards where there was those that were standing up over towards him, their eyes slashed a bar against a side of Bojack as he did so as it was clear that they had that humanity of spirit from what they had stolen from the others inside of their palms. It was nothing more than something that seemed as if it held all the complexity, the neuroticism of the emotion of the mood disorders and drops that came along with anything that would have come with knowing someone or or the spirit or if anything to do with them, but it was nothing more than a light that was inside of their eyes, a twist up over against their palms within their despair and the complexity that came along with a full nature and the reality of being human, and what seem like their own trembling coming He could clearly see the way that their skin seemed as if it was easing out into it seemed like a slick of hot, and the way that their fingertips are trembling up over against the ball taking a bar against their palms, and yet still did they keep their eyes twisted up against him within their own deep insistence come in as he looked at beside him with their eyes flagged flicked her down as he looked over at him with the challenge that was shared over between them.

"I already know that. I've known that, you never cared about anything to do with my humanity, anything to do with anything that could be good or right or true or wonderful. I know that. I know that more than you could ever even imagine."

He tried as best to speak even through the shrieking that came along with the last of the woman whose body was now twisting and contorting back, who it was clear that she was not able to speak out anymore now that her body was now became a twist firmly down and I'm over and onto the ground as her voice began to ease out over towards a deep defeat and over towards the emptiness of the stagnants of the defeat of the air that surrounded up against the trail of her voice.

BoJack turned his eyes at Barber Torres Ray could see the way that her face, which had initially been withering and with her eyes twisting over with the disorientation of a deep desperation of her own insistence, was now nothing more than a forgotten flat of her face that was no turned down firmly and onto the ground. BoJack looked over towards are better sweetly, his ears are back as he claimed his eyes at barbiturates where he could see the way that the man kept his hands twisted up against the side for until, slowly, with his hands twisted of barbitoids the knife that he must have stuck over against her body that was swing up over towards the blood and did he gradually let out a small tremor of his own consistence, and then slowly begin to use his body back, giving up a deep dry cough, and a hitch of an edge of a breath that she did so and tell, with his dirty hand trembling with a clatter of its metal it began to turn down and onto the ground. The shrieking, the calling out, and what seem like that strange inherent connection of what the sheep had shared with Bojack just from the virtue of being able to know him and having that certain kind of authentic deep fight innocence within her, seemed as if it was now nothing but the lovelessness of emptiness that came along with the destruction that took her currently.

there was the sound of scuffling that came over from behind and where are their other animals and the citizens with their hands gripped up barbitoids the humanity that they had taken over from the others were grappling over against their palms, and as our eyes twist over with a flare above her beside Bojack as her hands claimed up against him within their own deepest guide of insistance, he only began to step us away further back as he looked over them with that bittersweet attempt of supper rejection as he stepped his way back, his hands reaching out and trembling as he felt the way that it raised up over next to the door beside him as much as he could handle, letting out that soft, congested exhausted breath that he claim his eyes frantically over between them, although truth be told as much as he had the fight and that groteskinus and even that respective of wisdom inside of him as heavy as it was to carry, he was not as nearly as reassured as much as he would have wanted to be in terms of how to be able to proceed forward as his hands trumbled up over against the adore beside him.

There was a sudden flash of a gunshot, and a blast that came over beside his feet, his eyes closed as a gap in abrupt hitch of a breath as he began decided step his way over to the side rather than using out his hands from behind him to try to attempt to treble up over against the door. His eyes began to twist up right as he gave him abrupted breath of his own attempted protest come in tripping his body back and over beside the wall as he did so as he gave up an abrupt and desperation of his expression as he began to step his way back right and away from the side of the walls quickly as much as he was able to at sea stepped his way back over from it, and with his eyes twisted up over towards where he could see that dirty grime but the man who is expression was completely devoid of any humanity, did he slow the begin to twist the pale and the dirty grime is expression barber to Bojack, he was words and with his expression was too and the other ended up with in his own uncertainty to do anything but to look over with her as he saw the way that the man was breathing with a deep exertion of his own defeat, despair and the stain, his expression lifted up and tremored up against him as he did so as he began to grapple his hands and begin a twist his palms above her against the sheep and what he had just twisted his knife into. This feeling of blood, the smell of it only began to increase further within its stench as he twisted his eyes from where he had, although admitted with the distant disorientation begin to grip it up over against the skin that now begin to take his palms, his lips raised up and grimaced within his own disgust as he did so as he began to grapple his hands above her beside the woman, and with the deep grunt of his breath began to twist as he turned it open, and BoJack closing his eyes within his own disgust as he began to hear the way that with the grime of his own twist of his own breath, he began to slow the open up the edge of the side of her body for further, with a deep disorientation of a twist of what came along with beginning to open up her skin and of her hide as he did so while he thought of the disoriented grunt that was breath all the while.

As he could hear the way that he began to jam his hands above towards would seem like a strange eternal sensation if there was anything to go by from the way that he was grappling himself and is something that was more than just a physical, something that was both bittersweet and rich, both envied and at the same time horrifying at the same time with the way that he grappled his hands up over into her skin, Bojack only stepped his way further back and tell his body hit up against the wall multiple times, if only into some kind of hope that somehow would be able to leverage him into a sense of detachment away from what's surrounded that setting grotesque feeling of what he was now seeing what was the physical transfer between the human, and between the physicality that was surrounding up against the grimace of the man, breathing heavily, as his hands began to twist up against the side of the end of the height of the skin in front of him as he gradually begin to grapple and twist it out from the back of its body.

His expression was low, his eyes tired and tried, has he slowly began to lift his palms up over against the side of where he was grappling his hands above against the skin of the sheep that was in front of him. Bojack, with his eyes turn up over towards with nothing except for a knowing of disoriented of dread, turned his eyes as his breath caught up over towards his exhaust while he twisted his expression upright and saw the way that there was a gradual illuminated lie to that began to be lifted up firmly from where he grappled it stands up or against it as he began to sway up over within its firm light, and, with that same sense of what seem like a semblance of humanity, of which Bojack could feel both its complexity of joy to spare questions and of desires, and if everything that would have made up his own human life that was taken over from the deep glow that was inside of its hands now, the man grimacing as he turned and looked it over, so I can get over against his palms as he thought at a deep disoriented groomer's breath as he did so while he gently sued at a bar against the side of the edge of his palms and gleamed his eyes with a disgusted trace of his expression of Barbara beside it while I twisted up over against his body and looked it over.

There is another blast, and it caused the man to let her to grunt that seemed as if it was really more so some sort of soulless perception of his own desire, and the man twisted his eyes up abruptly towards where his eyes snapped a barbatore where he could see the way that there is that sort of blast that began to overcome from yet another gunshot, his eyes flashed up as he did so, and that was the last of what Bojack could focus on as is one voice caught above towards his breath as he snapped his either abruptly towards where he began to hear the way that there was that shot of gun and the perspective of it that began to blast its way of perfect against the projection of where he was easing his hands up against the door as he pressed his palms up against it firmly.

His eyes widen, and his expression twisted as he launched his eyes at Barbara towards where he could see the way that there was yet another blastic on that came over from the collection of those anamorphic animals and citizens that had rushed themselves outward, and he could begin to hear the way that the scuffling from behind of where they had come from now seemed as if it was beginning to more so come from some sort of deep exertion of some sort of a strange desperation of the other side where they're coming from within the blast of the turn, and the contortion that came along with some sort of scuffling that was coming over from the initial red pinnacles from the back. BoJack's voice caught out, as he gave up an abrupt hitch as he began to strip his way back and tell his feet are probably trembled as his voice latched up, as he broke played the end of just barely catch himself onto the ground. But his eyes turn as he twisted his expression frantically with his sphere catching up over towards his throat does he turn his head over to the side, hands latched a bargains the front of the edge of his palm firmly as he twisted his eyes frantically over to where he could see the way that there was more blast of guns, although it seemed as if this time it was really more so of some sort of mini canyon if there is anything to go from the violence in the mood and the twist and the disorientation in the calls out from it that was coming up over towards where they were continuing to blast a permatoids our direction beside one another, latching up and continuously calling out over against one other within their disparagement of their own desperation of need as needed so, as her voice is began to lodge and twist and called it begins one other in between something that now seemed as if the red fog was now begin to twist away from where they had been so perfectly organized and congested a moment before, now began to release a perva towards a red fog that was now sweeping apart of towards a collection of the entrance of where they called out frantically and up against him a side of another is their voice is latched between one other, and which one was those that had initially been caught and which ones was Ann morphic animals, Bojack could not tell, as he could only feel the way that his own body comment twisted and contorted up against the ground, and his eyes why I didn't see twisted up as he tried to find a way that he could get himself up, was overtaken with his voice contorted aperture towards his throat as he turned, eyes fearful and breath trembling, has heard the way that the voice is was nothing now but a scuffling and of a desperation, and exertion of desperate need another focus or rather lack of, or of any kind of control, as there is no nothing but frantic scuffling twisting comment and desperation, and with what it seemed like an increasingly closer lack of focus as they now begin to twist themselves frantically above her towards the air while their feet scuffled above against the ground beside each other as they try to be able to find whatever kind of sense of collection that they could as their bodies pick in a thrashive against another from where the it initially been standing up over with at the very least perhaps their uncomfortable but nonetheless still easily possessed humanity of what it taken them before from what they had taken from others.

It was clear that at least some of the shots were attempting to be able to go up over towards his own direction, if there is anything to go by the flame of the bullet and the twist over its fire that began to grapple as it twisted and grappled and snapped a barbiturates his body. He could only feel the way that to, with the occasional syringe of fire that his body was so the beginning to raise itself up from where he'd grab it up over beside the ground, his body began to raise itself upward as he did so his eyes or wide and in breath caught up over towards his throat as he slowly forced his way up from the ground, hands grappled over within it's sturdiness beside his body as he stumbled as quickly as he was able to, although for the most party could see nothing now except for that garage will fog that was now coming in over from the chamber of what it taken in a moment before and at the side the entrance. His voice caught up towards his throat, his body raised it quickly as he did so as he began to raise himself as best as quickly as much as he was able to over from the ground, and then begin to quickly exert his body upright as his hands troubled up against the wall beside him as he, with his eyes wide and in desperate began to twist himself or forward against the wall, a hands troubled up against it as a zero zord back as he, even with all of his fear and with all of his lack of any kind of significant faith twisted his palms of Barbara towards the ball, body twisting and lowered back, as he tried to specified as best as much as he was able to towards anything that would have guided him to any kind of sense of release or an exit, as he began to hear the way that it seemed as if there was a scuffling of both powerful and unpowerful, if there is anything to go by the sudden shouts and the with the way that there is no longer significant way to distinguish the tones of those that were in control in those that weren't, that now quickly began to complete a borrowed towards the space and surrounded up bargain so desperate call between each other and the scuffling of feet and the twist of gun in a rope, as he continued to grapple up as he shot it up against another with a frantic urgency, or at least as much as they could manage.

As Bojack, with his eyes wide, and with his people smell with fear try to sps to navigate his way up over through that dense red fog that was now pulling a barb against the side of his expression he quickly tripped over his feet, and paused as he turned over abruptly as his words caught up over towards his throat as he saw the way that there was one lower down body, it was clear that she was completely caught up and defeated as her body was swaying back and forth while she yelled herself down and above and onto the ground, she was some sort of leopard a type, their hands grew up and up over against the side of the forever palms, and with their clothes drenched up and wretched and worn as she kept herself sued it from one side and over towards the next in between the midst of the scuffling come of the shooting, and the corals of that of which was surrounding up over against her body she continued to swear herself from one side and over to the next.

It wasn't until her eyes twisted a perfect to the side, and with her hands twisting as it snapped of organ seed of her palms that she at least somewhat began to reconcile barber towards where she could hear the way that BoJack scuffled with the stuff his feet for a moment. He could feel the way that there was that essence of humanity that was erratically snapping up against the exertion of his body, the way that there was a clear call out, and of a complete disorientation of absolute wreck that came along both with those humanities that surrounded them as well as those that had already lost themselves entirely in terms of being able to try to both hone them, and what they had stolen from others, and at the same time clearly trying to be able to be caught up over towards or desperation of grappling up over to BoJack as quickly as much as they're able to and they're desperate fear of what they would lose, if they were to lose him in any kind of significant way. He snapped his eyes appropriately as a 0 sword back as he looked over towards where the woman began to snap her expression upright, her body was twisted and ride with her hands trembled up over against the retinus of our fur as she turned and looked over beside him. Her eyes were lowered, twisted down right, and within those eyes could he see the deep extension that came along with the deep defeat, and absolute horror of something long since forgotten SRI snapped over towards the edge of the side of where she looked over him with her eyes snapped over with in a complete lovelessness, and of a despair that looked over against her eyes as she looked over beside him with her expression curled in-there is such a deep chasm of lovelessness that was inside her eyes, a cynicism devoid of all hope, although it was clear if there was anything to go by that familiarity of the way that her skin was wretched caught up, and caught in over against the red that was up against her fur that there was something about her that was valuable that they had been desperate to try to be able to keep over to themselves. as a rise twisted as she turned and looked over beside him with her eyes flooded up over within that extent of what came along with that complete devastated, crippling amount of truly undefeated melancholy Bojack felt the way that his feet stepped back, and his hands troubled up over against the wall as he did so, and he snapped his eyes up her towards for their fog can now taken over the majority of the chasm of the emptiness of the place before is his eyes snapped over against the side of the extension of the blowing out of the red that he is over with it's sweep over against his eyes, and, though it was clear that the scuffling and the shooting was fairly aimless he looked over at it with a bittersweet exhaustion of his own defeat, felt a black acceptance of meaninglessness and of emptiness that was up against him, and turned as he nodded currently while he began to crush his way up over towards the side of the trembling woman, and her eyes only looked dark about him, fall during, and desperate, while she followed him and saw the way that his body quickly began to kneel himself down over to the ground in front of her, his eyes flashed and up, burden, and insert a necess eyes looked against her, fingertips trembling up against his palm, has he looked over there with a quick disorientation of question while his hands troubled up against him as he looked over at her desperately.

"How did they do this to you? What did they do?"

His voice was coming out desperately, urgent, as his eyes snapped over again from the way that she was turning her body against the side of his own. It was clear that there was a suffocation of pain into her eyes that was so deep that the last thing of what she was used to or had expected, even if it had been all of what she had known or everything of what she had been desperate with, was twisting up against him as she looked him over with their eyes twitched over with the deep edge of her own desperate empty melancholy this year the way that Bojack spoke with the trembling of his breath as he looked her over. As you looked over towards that deep chasm of emptiness inside of her eyes he could see one thing that was true, that she had already long since accepted the emptiness that came along with her own identity, this year a lot of lack of justice within it, but at the same time more than anything else, something that spoke of some of a humanity inside of her that, quite literally, could not stand for very long to be lost a perpet towards the emptiness of that of which it had endured, of what it would continue to, and with that deep chance of that undiscovered complicated emptiness of what she had been pushed into, and that deep black intolerability of that of which made it.

"everything, everything that my people did, horribly cliche. There was nothing and no one of what I could do, anywhere that I could go where I wasn't despised and disdained or where I wasn't scrutchinized as something unimpressive, I didn't know what to do to change it, I would have done anything, but nothing was impressive enough, we were taken from our own culture, it shrunk up within itself, despite our best efforts, we were adopted by these people that tell her told us that we would give us the resources, the sympathy, the gentleness of being someone that was worthwhile, that we would be latched up over against the emptiness that comes along with the failure of meaning as long as we were willing to stick by them, that we would, essentially, managed to overcome her own suffering by being known and truly loved again, not because of virtue or even talent, but because for the sake if I'd come what they said which was one of the things that we wanted so deeply initially to begin with, it all hurt, so bad, and they kept severting and going against it, again and again, and tell there was nothing left, they took us and stole us, the very few things of what were you able to have, latched over away from us until there was nothing left, they kept doing it, continuously, they're still doing it now-"

As bojacker the way that her voice is calling it over with an exhausted trembling, he simply allowed at a small hitches he looked over her with his current knot of his expression as he looked at her and gave her a small ease of a knot of his head as he looked over at her, although the lavish nature that was up against his eyes looked over at her with the trembling of his expression as he claim his eyes over towards were her eyes were trembling up over beside him, easing out with an exhaustion as she did so she looked up against him as her body was crawled and against herself within the swing of her form. His hands reached out over towards her, and he gave her abrupt cart not at sequeline his eyes are against the side of her body, he twisted his eyes a barber towards where he could engage over towards where there was yet another abrupt shoot, a blast, and another extension of the knee is over towards the way that it began to syringe themselves over between the both of them.

"It's not your fault. Whatever kind of emptiness, whatever meaninglessness and whatever lack of ability you had to be seen as anything, it's not your fault. I don't think the universe could cope with its own complexity of what it made, if you want the truth. I don't think that anybody was meant to be anything I'm order to be known or to even stand out, I think that was all just a lie from the start, and it's getting deeper. It's not your fault. That's the first thing that you have to try to be able to remember"

BoJack's toe was trumbling and SSI is provided and sickly he could feel the detriment of what seemed like the lack of any kind of true firm belief of what he could believe himself in terms of what he spoke, his fingertips are pressed up over beside his palms as he looked at Barbara beside the woman, with her hands still trembled up over against turn expression into such a way she claimed and looked him over, her eyes faulted and lower down as it was clear that there was nothing that she could give him at the time being so for that increased and detriment to feed different exhaustion as she claimed her eyes are perfect against him, expression red, hands troubled up against her palms as she dare not speak anything else and it seems as if truthfully she wasn't capable. Bojack looked over at her as he gave her a quick turn of his head as he claimed his eyes up against turn then softly, those eyes were widened within his insert and he began to wave his hands out as he twisted it above her against her palms, trembling and desperate, and cut up over beside the blood. Her body began to hitchy twist it out of her towards him, but it was clear as her eyes twisted looked over at him with question, and his BoJack gently turn as he looked over at her attentively that there was clearly a sense of him trying his best to be able to cautiously reach out his hands as he looked over towards her with a sound reassurance coming and even though her eyes were twisted and curled in, and her expression caught up against the flooding of her own and certainty, so they did her eyes begin to fall under as she nodded and allowed Bojack to gently, with stuff he is coming twisted his hands as he looked over the gentle caution, and then turned as he began display up her detrimentally red, twisted pants up against him his eyes wincing as he turned and kept his hands pressed over against his cyber palms, giving up a soft massive large breath as he did so as he twisted and looked a barber towards the form for trembling cut of hands in front of her. It seemed as if the cuts were almost into a specific kind of pattern, and his Bojack site slinged, with his eyes twisted as he looked over towards a forms of where it seemed as if they were cut into such a way that they had been specifically been doing a certain kind of syringe of a specific kind of focus so that they would be able to eventually open up a chasm of something without specifically harming the essence of what you're going after, almost like some sort of functionality of skin of end of trying to not cut over towards the core of their meat, could he see the way that there is that deep detriment that was cut up over against her palm further up against where it was drenched cut deep and up against her hand.

Botox I snapped over with a soft measurement as he looked over towards that desperate trembling that came along with the uncertainty of the woman, her eyes apologetic but Ernest as she looked over at him being simply gave him a trembling sound curtain out of a breath as if acknowledging over towards the silent question of his pain as he looked her over. Humans does he flushed his eyes upward to the side as he looked over towards the side of the cut of the veins, the way that it was so clear that they had specifically gastrop into such a way so as to not have to worry about having to feel apologetic about the way that they'd be able to use her, and clearly not for the sake of cutting over towards that humidity that would be deeper inside of her.

'I've already decided, I've already come to the realization that I have to learn how to live without love, or at the very least, anything that would be at the sentiment to it." her voice came up the trouble is Bo Jackson was parked up as he looked over again, his fingertips troubled above towards the side of her hands was grazed up over against the trembling of Bojack's palm, has he kept his eyes, admittedly with his own faulted extension of his own shock, over against his palm as he looked at over and kept his hands troubled up against it further as he claimed his eyes and looked up aside it. His ear is lower back cuz he twisted his eyes up, expression needs to birth towards a deep melancholy of his own defeat and understanding of orbital towards the emptiness of the woman, as she kept her eyes troubled and looked over beside him while I rested above against his hands, and she gave a quick, almost confirmed current nod when she saw the way that he looked at hers with such pitiful gleam of his eyes as he saw the way that her expression selfie twisted that she looked over towards him. "With everything and with the way that it's going for the vast majority of those like this, it's unfortunately, the first and the only thing if it were ever going to be able to have come over to expect, or ever will again."

"if that was true, I wouldn't be here. And there wouldn't be any away for me to try to be able to find it against anything to begin with to make that not true." From the side of the way that lives for trembling it or problems was kept firmly begins his hand, his ears are back as he firmly twisted his eyes at permatoid sets off the use of his own uncertainty for a moment as his hands positive over towards the side at the edge of his phone their palm is he did so. He gave up a small contortion of an angel breath, when he began to hear the way that there is another blast above towards the direction of the scuffling of those that were around the red falling. He knew, as his eyes bitterly they turned as he looked his eyes up, there were the sand still pressed up over towards the trembling at the patterns of the hands of his only grouped up against him from the woman, and as his eyes looked over with his own soft and certainty of discomfort as he twisted his eyes effort in her the way that that blast and scuffling continued, that it wouldn't be much longer, before they would manage to be able to turn as they were twist and like a Barbie towards his direction, any turn his eyes, he has lowered in breath softly flaunt her to come as he looked over to her with the deep desperation of uncertain calendar for a moment, I slashed to begins to where he could see the way that there is that true deep detriment of her own exhausted defeat, as she looked over him with that firm deep gleam of petty as she did so, and whether it was for her self or whether it was for him but based off of what she believed had experienced, he didn't know as he flashed and looked over at her with an extension of his own deep pity regardless.

Her lips raised up, has she trembled and looked over towards him, even though it was clear that there was nothing but that deep disoriented suffering that came before against her features more than anything else that she looked him over.

"It's no wonder you've spent this whole time alone, you have that deep purity inside of you, there's not a single one or if anyone or if anything here that would be able to match over anything of purity, or want to, or would have a chance to be able to make any kind of reconciliation or change within it, purity doesn't happen here, humanity doesn't happen here. They want all of the greed, all the focus, all the detriment come and all the control, but none of the actual ability to be able to own a perpet towards their greed, or if anything similar to it, or if having to be able to own a barbiturates the work that which they need to do if they were to have you just a slightest chance of not being devoured a barber towards the one emptiness of their actions. But you, you're being destroyed because of it anyway, aren't you?"

"Let's focus on getting you out of here. Please. And for my own sake, I need help in terms of trying to be able to get out of here. I need to believe, I need to see that there is a way, I can't accept anything else. I just can't. I don't care how ridiculous it is, even if it's factually unlikely, I can't accept it. I know you can either, if you've made it this far."

His hands gripped up against her one last time, and her eyes faulted as she looked at pervato towards him with a deep pity but slowly, did she begin to raise herself up over from the ground although her eyes kept twisted a perfect against BoJack as she did so as if flaming up with some sort of deep question of thought, but you turned her head down within her own acceptance as she did so I should begin to feel the way that BoJack, with his hands gripping up against her firm they come in looked over her with a soft and just so as he began to raise her up and with her sound bitter sweetness she began to follow.

He pressed his hands up over towards the middle part of her back, feeling the way that there is somewhere markings to the way that he had felt it over against her hands as he flinched upon feeling it to come up but he twisted his palms up over against a side of her body as he felt the way that she began to hitch she tripped over a fee to begin her rush away at rope towards where the front entrance was coming but bojang come after a moment if hesitant script his hands as he twist over against a sign of her palm, there is a clear pain from the fact that he did so and it gave up a smile into his breath as he twist and looked over at her with his own apology, and she turned she looked over at him as he was clear that her body was swing intense so she twisted her eyes up over beside him, although there was a deep understanding, and a twist over of her eyes as she toasted a bar beside his form, himself giving up the soft betrayal of his own apology as he saw the way that she turned, but it was clear that she was more worried about those that were trying to be able to take over something that was of a far grander and more ongoing evil more than anything else that you turn and looked over at him with someone that was really more so but desperate delirious and begging of suffering more than it was of anything else coming as she turned, and saw the way that Botox eyes were puffed and insert in as he lifted his hands and saw the way that she looked over him with her own deep petty.

"Not over there." He tried his best to give them both the guidance, as he spoke quickly as much as he was able to as the increase sounds of the twisting over the lights the grappling up, and the contortion of those of her surrounding up against each other increased over behind him. He let it a small hint as he twisted his hands above against aside for poem as he twisted a set up over to the side although gentler, and her and, as he began to see the way that the flashes of the various different anamorphic animals with the flash of their eyes that would have given away someone that was more so the ones that was trying to do the bidding of stealing rather than giving, flashed a perpetuans attachment of where he kept his hands pressed over beside the end of the woman, his ears are bad, hands breasting over towards the study of her palms. Through the red foggy twisted his eyes up as he could see the way that the man, and from the process of what he had used to try to be able to protract and to kill up or against the pigeon, had already begun to raise himself upcoming and was now disappeared now against a sign of the balcony in front of him of where he and left her, Bo Jackson snapped up as he twisted and looked over towards where he had already begun to disappear, with nothing except for that complacent empty, helpless woman, and her head turned it forward to the side, complacent and dead from any kind of life that you could have had, transferring over to the possibility of none and now that they had been taken from her, as her body was twisted and jelly firmly latched up over towards the balcony of the ground, body is depleted as much as could have been.

"I already tried that way. We're not going to get anywhere by going there" His voice troubled himself as he twisted his eyes frantically and looked over towards the woman, and even though it was clear that there was a slight fight against her eyes that came along with someone of what delirious desperation just take detach herself away from the cheapness of the chaos that surrounded her, so they did her eyes begin to fall to her she looked a proper towards him as she began to use a body away from the side of where she was using her hands up or against it like a dumb desperate child, despite the grief of wisdom in the wretchedness and of its mark that needs to begins her body otherwise.

"Bojack!"

The sound and the name seemed as if it was not directly guided a poor specifically directed over towards him, and as he became days himself a grower towards the fog well he kept his hands twisted up over beside the woman tracing a bar against the pattern of her palms, he only began to let her what was an increasingly more detrimental cry of a breath when he began to see the way that there is a zapping over of a blast bullet, and twisted a bar vacancy at the side of the light of his palms when he began to feel the way that it was grounded up as it was blasted or against her he was twisting his body before against the woman, eyes closed as a zear's Lord back as he called his body and frantically as he felt the way that the fire began a blast up or towards his direction, this time to the point that he could feel the way that it's syringed up against his foot to come up and getting to a point where he could barely focus on much of anything except for the way that he could feel the way that it was falter twisted, and zapping a proper towards the direction of the two of them.

"Hey-" His voice troubled out as he twisted his eyes and looked at Barbara towards where the direction of the bullet had gone, his ears lowered back as his eyes twisted up, and then a shock overcame his features as he snapped his eyes over and looked to where there had been that Richard up a woman that had been following him a moment before, his ears parked up, and his eyes flashed aborah besides features as the lathering of his expression twisted barber towards his eyes as he began to feel a black shock overcoming him when he looked over towards where the woman had been falling him, disoriented, but nonetheless still accepting within her compliance moment before-

The bullet hit hit her up against her ankle, and it was already beginning to become clear that her body was beginning to unravel in a way that was significantly tangible apart of Bojack even as he tried his best to keep his concentration on her. BoJack series parked up as he gave a quick thrash of his brother shock when he began to see the way that her body began to unravel in an incredibly specific degree, her expression began to tremble as her eyes begin to twist up as it contorted back up over against the ground, split up over towards the middle of her trembling as she did so as she began to sweep herself down with an exhaustity suburban to the ground in front of her, responding over directly over towards the way that a body was snapped over and from the way that her body began to twist and contort, and fell down above towards the ground, but more significantly, as BoJack looked over towards of his own horror as serious perked up with this pupil smalls he saw the way that you unraveled, and as she melded down above her towards the ground at the foggies and it begins to her, it seemed as if she was unraveling with the specific kind of calculation that was similar over towards a sentiment of the way that she had been cut, as if she was physically being done like some kind of puzzle, or something similar, as her voice and her eyes begin to roll back as her body unraveled latched, and swept down over towards the end of the ground in front of her as she did so, her skin began to come loose and undone, and quickly, with a burning of a light that caused Bojack to let it abrupt hitch of his shock as he closed his eyes and twisted his eyes back as his eyes closed as he curled his body and rode and away from her at least attempted to, saw the way that there was a congestion of her body is an unraveled twisted, with a sudden beam of a large thrash of what came up probably in the light, that was now began expand into a stead of against her within all of its deep melancholy despair as a big end of span out, almost outside of like the crack of some kind of rock, and begin to blast have been over from the end of the space around in her, with, at least as far as BoJack could tell as he began to feel the way that it twisted up as he felt that deep humanity in the complexity of it, felt as if it was, in and of itself, something that was initially carrying itself with the deep sense of such a suffering to the point that it was in deniable, the seriality that came up against us again a crack open from her body until, what that deep grief of melancholy did it begin to twist and blast it but we can see it just enter the fog for a twisted and blast and curled and began to expand up orbit towards the space surrounding her, and tell her skin fell down like a certain kind of unraveling of cage entirely against itself, swaying its body back, until it unravel twisted, and begin to fall down over against the extension the side of where it released as it began a contort and fall down within its slop onto the ground entirely, nothing except for them better sweet and manic feeling that came along with the blue light now blasting a bar from where she had been a moment before.

"Quick! Right there, right there,!"

Get more voices begin to blast above and beside or Bojack had already succumb to barbitoids is timid exhaustion and unknowing, his eyes closed as his body pressed inward as he did so as his hands trouble to bargains his palms as he kept his body curled in, partially just from his shock more than anything else as he fought the way that his horse is caught up with the trembling candor of his tone as he did so as his breath was caught up towards the ease of his exhaustion as he curled his palms in. He only dared to open up the bitter sweetness of his eyes when he began to feel the way that there is a scuffling of several different energy of something that had the same arrogance of those that were robbing, rather than being used or deceived, as her voice is violent as much as they were began to project and flash a barbiturate the side of her Bojack was keeping his body curled in as he bitter sweetly twisted his body over to the side, the hard drenched up against him firmly from the way that he had temporally seen the way they didn't raveled above towards the front of the bittersweetness of his eyes. His extends begin to crawl further within himself as he began to step his way back up over towards the edge of the phone taking up against his expression, his eyes twisted up as he began to let it assantage of his own glean physics exhaustion as he began to quickly step his way as best as he was able to from where he could hear the way that the twisting up of feet the scuffling upon to the ground and the arrogance of the way that they're calling out began to increase, as his eyes twisted as he saw the way that those bodies and the focuses of them began to become into such a way that it was clear that they were lodging as they began to contort interest away but were towards Botox direction, metallic focus and if otherwise increasing he was only then that he began to step his way back, twisting his head of power towards aside He did so until he began to, landing with nothing except for aimlessness of his desperation twist his body and, I snapped and curled inward, and with his breath caught up, tripped over his feet as he quickly as he could as he saw the way that the blurring of those arrogance of their eyes the focuses of the movements of the erratics of their bodies come at the twist over the violence of their form, stepped over their feet as they are probably in with the guidance of their own disdain brushed the way frantically above towards the edge of Bojack, their eyes snapped up as they did so, as he began to form late and twist themselves of barbitoids the edge of the side of where their hands grabbed over within their weapons, easing out with both the burning and metallic flame and even more than that, just simply that in deniable sense of the arrogant demand that took them, as he began to cross over their bodies and latched themselves with a quick extent of over the side or BoJack saw the way that they were latching their eyes up from they within the extension of their disdain, as he rushed himself over towards the side of the left cat chasm, and try as best to be able to find any kind of clear navigation of what he could as he stepped himself outside of their vision, lest as much as he was able to as he rushed himself over between the hallway in front of his bittersweet exertion of desperation.

His breath caught up, and he began to realize it at the very least the more that he was running over towards this far left right chasm in front of him, that he could hear the way that there was a burning of metal and yet more callings out there were specifically guided a perpetrances direction, his ears are back as he tried to supposed to focus over as best as he was able to, over towards the extension of the side over he began to rush his way as quickly as he could have over towards the direction of the emptiness in the hallway in front of him and tell, and the very least for the time being he could focus up over towards the direction of the hallway in front of him, which, no no longer being so caught up over towards that strange jail of what had had that bittersweet cage within those of what they were stealing and deceiving did he begin a trip as we have over between where he could see that same windowless chasm of would have been there before .

"Stay down! We're coming, we're coming, stay down! There's nowhere to go!"

Bo Jackson resort back as he paused as he made his way halfway down up against the hallway, haven't gone fast enough if only because of the disorientation that came along with the black chasm of that of which that the rest were latched on to that had to given him a bit of advantage. But his ears lowered back as he began to feel the way that his breath got a pirate towards his throat as he gazed as he leaned his eyes aber towards aware He could see that in front of him there was in fact, nowhere in particular that the Great Hall always seem to lead him. His fingertips were instead last been troubled up over against his palms as he looked in front of him, bittersweetly twisting his eyes and barber towards the expansive space in front of him that was windowless, not even offering over towards would have been a small slender of any kind of change of what he could hope to be able to grapple himself onto. He snapped his head up over to the side as his words were thrashed over against his throat as he swallowed and thickly, snapping his expression of barber towards where he could see, with his voice curled in and with his hands trembling up over towards a God and so his desperate palms, the way that they are continuously lodging out of calling out against another with their voice called and raised a bored towards a space, several of the other hand morph again once with their hands grab it up over against their guns, tripping over again some cells within their deep disparagement of their own firm intention of the arrogance continued to know snap up against him twist, and called out over into him into such a way, that it was clear that if nothing else that if you were to fail in terms of being able to find his way out of them that they would either kill him, caps room, or do much of the same of what they had ever done with anyone else as he twisted and looked over towards where he could see the way that there was the burning light at the flame of the fire of their eyes and of their desperation as they twisted themselves forward, anamorphic, and all of them twisted informative towards attachment of their need of desperately and other eyes as they snapped over and twisted, calling out as he did so as her voice was within a deep chasm of calling twisting out, as he rush themselves above towards the end of the space with their hands cramping over against him trolting a barbiturates the edge of the side of his body, with himself curled and bittersweet exhausted and desperate, as he could barely even manage to find the clarity with it himself even so much as meet them with where they were at in terms of their ease of their gun snapping above towards his direction to where he stood in between the hallway.

But the guns, and the click of their hands up against them, and the way that they are grappling and twisting and continuing to contour it into call out who was in deniable, he rather and said snapped his head up over towards where he could see the way that there was a gradual sound would seem like an illuminating call that was easing up over against the side of the edge of the ceiling in front of him, and his words launched a perpet towards his throat is his eyes snapped up right, himself twisting his expression upright as he did so as his eyes are falled it up over within his own and no income has he began to twist his eyes up firmly towards where he could see the way that there was that clear ominous increased sound of what he had already known and have been aware of before that was now beginning to increase, the sound of that deep illuminated focus of both melancholy, vague maliciousness but also of a debominous morning, that was surrounding a barb against his eyes This is expression hitched as he twisted his eyes up, turned over abruptly, as he twist his expression over with his eyes snapped over against his breath while he watched over towards where he could hear the way that there is that deep chance and snapping and twisting over against his eyes while heard the way that there was that deep grown that now began to surrender a barbec against his eyes as he saw the way that increased over from where he could feel its extension of how it was moving up over towards the front of his expression and of that focus of what he now knew that he would have been able to recognize anywhere.

There was a blast, and his feet caught up, and his eyes widen as he began to feel the way there was a blood as it grazed borer beside his palms, his ears lowered back as he get but deep exhaustion as he let it a deep extensive his breath as he twisted his eyes down, fingertips grab it up over towards his chest as his foot took a barbitoid his chest, and twisted his eyes abroad at the side frantically, and with the deep despair as he began to look a barber towards where it cut up over against the side of the edge of his palms as it had syringed twisted, and cut up over against the side of the edge of his form as he lifted his eyes up, twisting a set of over to the side frantically as he did so, and with his eyes desperate, as he claim his eyes at birth towards where he could see the way they did an abruptly snapped himself or forward towards the end of the ground beside him as he saw the way that it had been blasted and caught up over towards the end of the side of where his foot had been a moment before, as blasted as much as would have been expected as he looked all right it with his wide-eyed fear as he did so as his fingertips pressed firmly against his palm within his increased uncertainty and of despair of that of which took him upon seeing it.

"Stop it! Stop! You're not going to win!" BoJack and barely find it within him to snap his eyes appropriately at barbitoids and the way that he could see the way that there is that chasma the way that there was several of those that were brave enough that they continue to job their hands up over towards him as they called out, their eyes falter twisted and contorted up over beside him as he did so as they continue to snap themselves aber towards Bo Jackson's direction despite the way they defrantically and bittersweetly to the best city could to call it over towards them. But he could feel that black chasm that was make you borrowed towards the way that he attempted to speak to them, the way that it was so clear that he was failing up over towards any significant way of being able to call out over towards them. Rather instead, did he begin to only see the way that they continue to morbid towards the way that they're blasting above towards the desperation of their direction, their eyes are red and faltered and twisted and called out, of no kind of significant extent if they acknowledgment of the way that he could see how they were blasting their own direction yet even further perva towards the side of his eyes even as he tried the best that he could to his out any kind of sense of his own sense of containment only for his own fear, although from the ominous groaning and the complexity in the energy that was now moving up from behind him that overcame from the side of those gray walls around him, he began to feel a certain kind of omnisphere, a complexity, that was overcoming him that he was beginning to understand more and more now, was nothing of what he could have found the ability of even having the slightest chance of having any kind of significant ability to be able to project or to go up against coming should he would have even tried. As he began to hear the way that within its destruction it began to twist molded, and began to crit gradually ease itself over into such a new direction within its illuminated ominous focus, that he could physically hear the way that it is now beginning to ease up or with the significant growing above against the ceiling against the front of him from where that massive movement of how it moved, and, with a sudden abrupt thrash of an edge of a crash, as I snapped up right, his voice got a pervertards his throat come up his eyes melancholic and turned up, as he began to hear it the way that there is a significant way to that must have came along with something as big as much as the projection of the illumination the call, and the twist of that of which came along with the way to that crash to Barb against the ceiling in front of Bojack as he snapped his eyes, frantically and helplessly back over towards where he heard the way that it crashed up over against the ceiling.

He turned his eyes up, and his breath caught up over towards his throat as he began to hear the way that that all misgrown of the sound began to switch itself further above against the roof in front of him. His words kind of barbitoids his throat as he began to step his way back, and it was only through the sound of the grading of metal, the shots of barbiturates him across the hallway, the way that they're thrashing up over against the space on the other end of the side each other that cause Bo Jackson to turn over shoulder while he gleamed up over towards where he could hear them, that was the only thing that paused him away from where he could feel the way that he was physically being drawn to prova towards at omnis massive loud and groaning sound using up and moves trembling up over against the roof in front of his eyes.

He snapped his expression away from where I could hear the way that they are calling out against another and down to Barbara towards the hallway, and his expression pounded as he snapped his eyes at frantically back over towards where he could hear the way that there was that increase sound of grading that was up against the ceiling. His eyes flashed up right, and a zero sore back, and as he twisted his head upward he began to see the way that there is a gradual crumble that seems as if it was cracky and self of Providence a roof in front of him. He stepped his way back, his voice latched a bird towards his throat as he began to feel fear overcoming him that was more than just the situation that surrounded him, and the cracks that were up against the ceiling, the way that there is a clear grading that came before against the weight of it, was now getting to the point from the way that it dusted and switched over and fell down from the top of the roof, and as he began to feel the way that a poured up against him as he stepped his way back, he could see the way that it was no okay to crack and open up further up against its direction and over towards the front of the bitter sweetness of his eyes while he saw the way that a gradually crumpled in front of him.

a black uncertainty overcame, as well as a couple eight exhausted despair, as you closed his eyes and twisted his head back he could only hear the way that there's a scuffling of feed, the increased call of the demand of his own direction over torns his direction as they begin to powder and quickly rush the way down above and across the always quickly as much as they're able to do so. He kept his armpressed apart against the side for science as he used his body and word while he began to feel the way that the dust, the crumbling and the way to begin a groan is a begin to latch and crack up over and around his body as he called his body in word, knowing that there was no reality could go and that he had to accept the uncertainty of being crushed over by the weight of it managed to curl over and within itself in the ceiling.

Those that were rushing above towards Bojack began to let her to call up over towards him and it was clear that to an extent, they are easing up a command of Barbara towards his body and direction. He only turned his eyes when he began to detach his arms away from the side of his shoulder when he looked over towards where there was several different both they had morphic animals and the citizens the same, all dressed up over towards that same sentiment of the robes, and there are eyes latched to Barbara towards a guide of an edge of their firm panic as he flash rise up against him firmly, their hands grip to barf against the middle of their gun as they did so as he looked at him with the flame of fire against the rise as he made clear about his helplessness.

One of anomorphic animals tilted it set up it's going to barbitoids where the woman had Easter body down as she had a crime done over against the floor, his eyes were full up with an extension of a flame of fire of his insistence as he twisted his eyes abruptly over towards where there was several standing up beside him, and they nodd had come abruptly, and began to rush the reaper towards where there was nothing left of the woman except for the driver skin, the twist of her body, the edge of the malt of the fog that now began to dissipate a barbitoid's air in front of her as they begin to rush away to kneel themselves over and in front of her body. They began to group their hands up over towards what was left of her skin that had no firmly dissipated and had crawled itself a girlfriend onto the ground, there were slacking a bargains to one another with an increased frantic exons test he did so as her hands pressed up over the side The turning over of the skin and the slabs of it of that which was left that had physically disconnected from the way that it seemed as if there was a specific formula that it caused her to be off been able to open dressed up at like such in such a way to begin with. With their hands dropping up against it they begin to slow that lift it up from the ground, where it's latching up and calling against to one another, raising their body above from the black fog as they did so as if we get to lift it upright, using up their hands as it seemed as if they're catching up whatever little bit of what they could get in terms of the fun of their humanity was draising upright, capturing a barf against their palms as they did so, keeping crypt up over against their hands, and then quickly, twisting as they crawling up against one another come in begin to take the light of it up against their palms, turn their bodies down, and begin to rush away back over across from our bodak was crawled up within himself as a way that they rush themselves quickly and down at Barbara towards the hallway, still latching up abruptly over towards when others seated so as they rush the way back over towards the entrance outside.

His body was still crawled in, and he was still fully upon to his defense, but with his eyes dressed up over towards a lathered uncertain light to do twist his eyes over towards with the soft caution, and would almost seem like an acknowledgment over towards where the others were standing up against him with their hands from the grouped up beside their gun, and they looked over towards him with both a complication of threat, that it was clear, hearing the way that there was the roof that was nobody going to crumble underneath the anonymous grown or the weight that was on top of the ceiling, that it was taking the majority of their attention now, and they twisted their eyes up, turned as they lifted their expression upright, and gleamed their eyes of barbitoids where they could see the way that there is a trembling in the crack up against the front of the stone of the roof, the intersection that came along with the way that there is a gradual crack of a crumble that was causing a barber beside the stone in front of them coming there was latching and trembling up against one other as it seemed as if there was a further distress, far more than anything that came along with the cracks there was no taking him over from the space of the ceiling in front of them or about whatever kind of concern that they had in terms of Bojack that now almost seems as if it was going towards although still incredibly important, a backdrop compared to what their attention was troubling over from the roof.

"They weren't supposed to take it over towards this direction." One of them spoke out with in a frantic insistence of barbiturances companion, his eyes twisting up right as he did so as he turned and looked abruptly over to where it was clear that there was increased further cracks that was now began to come along with both the grown, and the weight in the trembling that clearly come undoubtedly, it came up over from the way that the turtle was being pulled further forward, if there was anything to go by that and deniable weight, movement, and of the threat of what came along with its momentum of being dragged up over and across from the roof. BoJack twisted designs up right as he latherd as expression forward towards where he could hear the way that it was cracking and trembling up over against the roof, could see the way that the cracks are getting further forward, and closed his eyes as even felt the way that there was that grazing up of the nails twisted above her against this top of them crack of the roof, his body curled inward as he did so as he equipped his hands up against his palms, interested his body and as he frantically began to hear the way that there was yet another deep crack, and a reimbursement of what seemed like more threads of rope, the increased call it and commands of those that were on the other side as they continue to try to be able to it seems like round themselves over towards our discipline of having a frantic and desperate need of a movement from the way that it was cracking itself above against the roof, he twisted his eyes up with a lather to melancholy as he finally began to take his arms away from the side of his face, now fully accepting the fact that he was succumbed over towards those that were surrounding up against him with their eyes snapping above towards this scratch of the roof, and could see that with their dread and with the way they're talking against one another lowly, and quickly and frantically, that they are coming up to an exertion of a conclusion beside one another about the movement creating above against the ceiling in front of them.

"What are they doing?" One of the more official, they might look like slightly more dignified animal snapped his eyes are barbiturates his shoulders come in looking forward towards the others that surrounded him as his eyes flashed up and looked dermatorns the rest of his eyes as he twisted his expression above between them. His expression was lathered and snapped up, twisted as he looked over towards the rest of her stepping their way back, both fear and shame began to be transpassed over against in between the mess he looked over towards her as I slashed or against him with the fire, his fingertips pressed up over beside the gun as he indicated his expression frantic lab over between them, and then come quickly, the snapped his hands a perfect inside of the trembling hallway, and called out with his voice loud that up and dressing up over against the hallway- "Go outside, see what happened!"

Although it was clear that there was a deep fear up against the majority of those that were using a profit towards their command, some of them so they began to step back as they looked over towards him with would seem like a certain kind of melancholic deep fear that spoke that they truly had no choice, as he began to step the way back even as their voices were laddered up and drenched up against another within their increase sense of their neurotic detriment of uncertainty. There is another chronic that came over through the dust of the roof, and this time BoJack got out a firm cries he turned his eyes back as he twisted his head up, voice snapped at barbican's his throat as he began to see the way that these stone was now specifically and significantly cracking a barbitoids the way that it have been only significantly graded it by the nail and moment before. His voice lodge to Barbara towards his throat as he began to abruptly step his way back as a serious turn back right, his voice letting out a twist edge of a cry, and as he began to see the way that the crack of the roof began to turn further in right, he closed his eyes as he began to see the way that there was a significant illuminated blinding nail that was cut above against the stone again, twisting and latching and beginning to burst at four to come and then tell her I cracked with a significant grown, and the rest of the stone began to cave and right entirely as a beginning crash with a significant boom Africans the top of the ceiling entirely, the rest of the dust in the stone and the gray of it now significantly began to powder and snapping down right over against within it's sudden height to following, bojangirling his body and word, somber breath caught up permit towards his lips coming as he began to feel the way that it rained above against his body as he simply lowered his ear and kept his eyes twisted down right, as he began to feel the way that the stones and the slam began a drench up over and around his body.

"Back! get back!"

The very animal that it's spoken out over towards his narrative amount before of any kind of sense of control now begin to step his way back right exactly as to the way that he called out but then his detriment of his own shocked and certainty. His eyes were flashed up with a red as he did so as he began to use his body back while he began a job his gun out for towards the rest of the crowd to make the way back over beside him. Bo Jackson's eyes were only small, and caught up over within his overwhelming exhaust as he snapped his eyes out over towards where he could, within his fear see the way that there is that increase snapping over of the cement that now begin to pour up over against his eyes, and it wasn't until he began to see significant slams I was taking forever towards the form physics expression that he began to, with a further cry began to abruptly trip his way backward, his words caught out over towards his breath that she did so as he began to stop his way back just in time to be able to not get crushed your entirely from the cement that was calling and reaching, and writing down and imploding above against the floor that was underneath him. His feet began to step back as his body crawled in as he gave a contour to twist for breath, his eyes puffed and lathered up as he did so as he called his body and word as he saw the way that the cement began to crash above against his feet and down a banana the floor, hands trenched up over beside his chest body crawled in, as he looked over bitter sweetly within layers of his eyes and saw the way that it continued to crash into fall firmly and further above Arkansas, one after the other, until it was clear that that massive foot, which seems if it could only fit in a couple of tones of its feed, began to crash further against itself and lathered over against the side of the stone as it began to crash contort, and burst itself abbrevor towards the edge of the direction of where it was now bursting itself over and within, feet raising out over against them roof, and with the rest now began to call it over against another with such a firm clear fear, and with the Lord's latched up and desperate, that all they could do was to continuously call out to one another within their desperation, there was clear as our featured back and it seemed to called over beside one another, that they were well aware of the fact that they had no capacity for any change except to be at the victims of what was being pressed up over against the way to the ceiling as Bojack did while he only tripped his way back over towards the crack of the wall that it previously but it didn't end, press to stand up against it as he began to feel the way that it trembled and hitched a bargainst his palms, as he twisted his eyes up with a lot that exhaust and saw the way that it began to grab them and implode itself further begins the side of the roof taking apart against his expression.

The same illuminated now of that of what she had been so caught up in an armored by before was now there, climbing up as it hitched at barbican side of the crack of the roof as it began to twist and contorted itself above against a side of Bo Jackson size. At first, it was so blind and, that he closed his eyes as he twisted set up over to the side as he kept his body curled in, his eyes closed as he gave a small head to his breath of his hands began to graze apart against the side of his expression as he called himself in word, I've only for the sake of trying to be able to keep himself from being too blinded from the way that the wife I begin a lot to perfect against the front of his eyes. His eyes turned as he closed his eyes while he let out a small cry and twisted as he crawled himself down, using his body inward as he did so as he tried his best to accept a purgatory the blinding elimination of it, and watch for the time being was not so much work reassuring as much as it was a detrimental and exhausting within its blinding light as he began to feel the way that is bunnies begin to buckle, his eyes closed as he let it a frantic pain breath come and think kept his body from like crawled in with his expression now that over within pain, as he tried to be able to keep his eyes from being too blinded by the white light of the nail that was trenched above against his expression. His eyes twitched as he turned his eyes forward over towards the front of his arm while he saw the way that the rest began to twist the rise forward and over towards the side of the nail that was taking up against him as a trip and contorted while their bodies twisted upright, and the rest seemed as if they had already gone back over towards the other side of that polluted red fog area, calling out over against one other kind of dropping up guns and a weapons come up simply flashing a boards between one other as quickly as much as they're able to as serve body strange from one side and over towards the next in scuffled up against the floor that surrounded them as they did so, as it was clear that there was a certain kind of hellish panic that it overtaken them now as he scuffled up over and beside the clearance of that of which had taken them.

He began to feel the way that his knees buckled as he twisted his head and saw the way that that same illuminated glow of the nail was now began to twist itself with a significant amount of contortion over from the way that it had burst itself out from the hole to begin with. As his eyes just barely managed to readjust over towards the white of the nail that was flooding up against his eyes he kept his eyes twisted contorted, and caught up as he gave up and hit a hit your breath as he twisted and saw the way that it was contorting itself within the side of its hand, resting and easing itself upward as it continued to destroy over towards the side to get to the cement that was contorting up within the edge of its own Congress opening of that of which it had burst itself through with its foot to begin with. It seemed as if, if there's anything to go by from the son of disgruntled of the whaling of the beast that was coming apart from the space in the first place that it was so they began to contort an ease its way of profit towards a space of the air, trusting its foot, twisting and contorting its body back, seeming as if it was stuck, and letting out about as much as would be expected in terms of its own increasingly more neurotic I'm a desperate, angry detriment if it's not going that was exerting and brother towards a space is it called out, and with its voice twisted and large department towards the increased regurgitated echoing that was snapping up over towards the echoing of the air surrounding it, and, somewhere over against that incredibly deathling well, something that seemed as if he was getting really increased and reimbursement of the way that it's voice was not good and called and snap to Barbara towards a sky take you bargains a twist in the contortion of its form-those that were trying, and miserably failing, to try to be able to keep any kind of f****** silhilation of control of that of which they could have on the sad, beastly, then increasedly more unhinged and neurotic thing, and it was clear that they were losing any kind of sense of control of that of which they would have had over it coming if there was anything to go by the voices that was somewhere over at the top of the turtle, calling out to one another extensive lake I'm out of all the crowd in front of Bojack and two to step the way back, with her voices and feed scuffling up away from the side of the eternal, easing their bodies back with just as much fear as the rest as they begin to use a bodies back right and over from the way that the foot it was twisting and contorting it over against the roof surrounding its foot.

The wall behind bojang began to crumble come on and he turned his head up over the side of his shoulders while he looked over towards her up again to fall over end within itself come up His more it's kind of fancy felt the way that his the words cut up only within a deeper sense of his own disparagement as you twisted his eyes over and saw the way that the wall began to crumble up over against the side of his hands. Has he began to feel the way that it was contorting as a begin to fall over within himself his fingertips press further up against his palm, and he latched up his tone into an abrupt and defeated by it while he looked over towards where it was graduate begin to crumble over him within itself-if there had ever been anything about the structure of the roof of the walls or if anything similar to it that would have given away any kind of sense of cheapness or of the fact that it only stimulated the idea of having any sense of protection over from the place of where they had brought BoJack to supposed labor protect him to use him for what they wanted, and the actual reality if it's fragility, it was certainly in the way that these cement of the roof began it couldn't crumble, to contorted, and he used to foref against the side at the end of his body as his eyes of God and body curled in, as he gave up a desperate exertion of his breath and saw the way that it began to crumble as a twisted and contorted a broker against self, the cement easing down within a complete disparagement if it's own defeat to come up as it mattered a particular grown in contorted a barbican extension the side of its own movement of body, until he could see the way that there is that dust of the indifferent landscape taking barbitoids its form that was surrendered forward towards the landscape, but the dust and the grime of the cement and concrete continue to barbiturates his eyes, and he only gave up a soft followed for your full breath, as he saw the way that it began to expand his attorney towards the front of the intensity of his expression while he saw the way that it expanded it over with in its emptiness in front of his eyes.

His words caught at farfetime towards his breath again as he turned his eyes, abruptly, back over towards where you could see the way that there was two anamorphic animals that were now rushing the way back over to the hallway, their eyes snapped up as he turned looked over towards the crack over can see it to the side of where their eyes snapped up over to Bo Jackson's melancholy for a moment, and then snap their eyes back over towards the front of the space of where they could see the way that the walls were now crumbling up against itself, with nothing except for a crumpling edge of concrete dust that was now following up as they just barely managed to flick it out and away from the side of their eyes, sweeping it over I can see it to their palms as they did so is he kept their hands from the gripped over beside the gun, and their eyes snapped apart about attack within their own uncertainty, clear panic, and clearly with the reimbursement of their own despair that took over towards the way that the foot had been grimed have been had and floated above against the cracked roof in front of their eyes.

"Bojack, get back-back over here, quickly. You don't want to be out there if they don't have full control over the turtle, or anything to do with it. I promise you, this is about more than just whatever kind of side you think that we're on, or that you're on. This isn't about something that they have a certain kind of side on, you understand me? We have to go forward and do what we can."

Frozen and Barbie towards is uncertainty in his fear, his body tripping back over against the broken wall as it crumbled up over behind him. His voice noticed a permit towards his throat as he began to snap his eyes a barbiturates the valley that was no crumbling up against the front of him again, only after he could feel the way that the fog as well as a concrete had begun to burst itself down as it had crumbled up against itself within the concrete. His head snapped over the side of his shoulder, frozen with an exalted exoriented soft and fear butt, slowly, as he turned his head over to the side, that he began to look over with the sound of bittersweet melancholy from the end of his breath over towards where he could see the way that it was grounded beginning to crumble and release a perpet towards the exhaustion in the fight of his own fearful expression until he began to see that there was a certain kind of atmosphere in front of him, within the wake of its clear amount of its own defeated homelessness and timidus despite whatever kind of narrative of what it had pretended to dress up, there was no taking performan towards his eyes as he looked over towards where the houses and roads were crumbled up against another, buildings carved in, have to torn and broken down, as he turned his head over to the side, with his expression bitter sweet and contorted up while he looked over towards where it was clear that there was a deep exertion of an exhausted sensitive feat that came along with the now half broken city taking up against a bittersweetness of his eyes as he turned and cleaned his expression barber towards the emptiness of the half broken and buildings take him against his form as a turn and looked over towards them.

His eyes were small and pupled as he flicked his eyes for him towards the front of him, then snapped his eyes above towards where he could see the way that one of the anomorphic animals was reaching out his hands from to take, has always launched a purgatory in the edge of his throat as he continued to shake his head is he stuffed his way back, although it was really more so out of some kind of timid fear coming rather than it was if any kind of rejection at this point or even starting to as to what he was doing, or what that looked like, as he began as at least up his way back, and over towards the landscape take up against his feet as he slowly begin his step his way back, and all to the landscape again.

has he felt the way that the raw dirt to begin to respond over towards his feet, he twisted his eyes as he turned his head down with his expression still on and just he did so as he gave us soft exertion of a trembling breath but, pressing his fingertips against his palms as he began to feel that all too familiar surreal emptiness server taking him, he began to feel a deep acceptance, or the very least respect of overtaking him, his expressioning began to harden as he did so as he began to feel a somber resignation, and even though his body was caught a perpet towards the exhaustion of the cut-off of the blood that was on his leg, and the paralyzation of his body as he afflict his eyes down and turn his head up, so they did it begin to twist his eyes above towards the side of the moving in the illuminosity that came along with the nail the turtle is the swing me up against its body, and as he looked over with his ears parked up with his sudden curiosity he began to see the way that the flickering open nail the white light that was using it forward through the atmosphere was now firmly within his reach, and does his ears parked up further as he looked over to it, hesitantly with a son of breath today begin to walk away for other barbican society of where it was swinging back up.

Although it was clear that they are far from being able to have any kind of sense of direction as to what you're doing or understanding it, one of the animorphic animals begin to reach out his hands as he snapped it a perfect or the side of Bojack's direction, flickering his hands a perfect in the side of the edge of the metal as he did so, there was a warning that going to barvigan's designs as he twisted his head with a friend tell department towards Botox direction as he began to step his way tentatively apart for against the side of the swing over the white nail in front of him. His eyes flash don't ever against him, appropriately and on edges he did so, he could see the way that the animals hands was trembling up over against the gun and beside the trigger as he looked over at him with a firm red light of against his eyes, but it was clear that despite his own failure in his own uncertainty that he was still keeping his nail firmly ground of perfect against votak as he twisted, trembling up over against his promise he indicated, as best as he was able to, that calm, but straightforward the right of that of what she held to come out even though it was clear that his hands were trembling upon trying to be able to ease his hands of over towards a sign of herpotok with stepping this way over towards the edge of the side of the nail in front of him. He stepped his way back, but only at first, as he looked over between them some but they come in twisting his body back up right as he did so as he claim his eyes above towards where he could see the way that the gun was clearly eased a perpet towards him in that, should he have ignored it he would have been shot, as he looked over at it with the summer extension on the side of his eyes as he gazed up over between them, you only gave a quick, blend Sombra acceptance as he twisted his eyes back over towards the nail and, feeling a readjusted adjustment of his acceptance despite the fact that he knew that he was risking everything, he felt also with an asserting kind of reimbursement of the fact that he knew that he had no choice; and with his eyes turning up with a newfound sense of his own focus coming they turn his eyes upper towards the moving light of the swing illuminated now, snap designs upright, and tripped off his feet as he gave a small hitch of an edge of his breath, and rushed himself as quickly as much as he was able to aparate towards the flooding exertion of the nail in front of him while he began to gleam and twist, and go toward his eyes are perfect towards where it was swaying up with an eliminated white light over between the space of the air surrounding apartment towards the better sweetness I was an expression, taking over towards it, as he rushed himself over against her with swimming up over and into the middle of the sky surrounding it.

His breath was sober, his eyes flunked up bitter sweetly, and he tripped over a speed does he begin to rush his way from up against the side it. He gave up a small jump and hitch of a breath as he closed his eyes while his expression turmeric as he began to hear the way that there was a sudden burst of a gun that was over towards his direction, and is your sort back as he gave a small hitch as he tripped over his feet while he barely managed to keep himself from being shot over at it, he tripped over his feet, and continue to run it offer towards the rubble surrounding him, even as he was aware of the rod of that of which surrounded it, the way that there was a clear and significant would seem like rod and of the way that I'd crumbles crumbled as it had some land itself a proven onto the ground and across the crumbling of the Florence front of him. He continued to keep his eyes to a step over towards the swing above against thenail in front of him as he kept us better sweet eyes turn above towards a sway of the illumination of its white nail, until finally he probably stopped a couple of inches away from where it was looming up against him, the other end of the foot seemed as if he was hitting multiple times above against the judge of nature of the concrete, stopping up over towards the way that he was being bold forward, and as he looked over it with a bittersweet soft exhaustion for a moment as his eyes glazed up against it, he realized that for as long as it was stuck, the other chance of being able to be a part of it, should he have liked, as he looked over towards the concrete surrounding up against him and frantically within both as despair and panic, try to figure out a way that it can lodge himself a barber towards it as quickly as much as he was able.

There is another gunshot that was now directed above a torrance's direction, and he'll let out a small cry as he did so as he began to feel the way that his body took tobacco from where he gets here the way that the voices were calling out of her towards him, clearly within some sort of command that they thought they they had the right to, as he could hear the way that there is a click of the gun, the shadow over in the violence of arbitrances direction. His expression was sombra as he began to grinds his hands before we can society at the edge of the slab of concrete, twisted it set up as he did so as he snapped it up over towards the edge of the although he didn't lie to that was twisting it forever towards his eyes as he snapped his eyes at permitted towards the side of where it was swaying aparatory towards the sky-on impulse, and only share the added desperation, did he begin to let it a small hint of his own uncertainty but acceptance of it, snap his eyes a perpet towards the space of it coming and began to eases hands over against a scientist lab a concrete, twisted as he turned his weight up against the side of his palms, and slammed it above her towards the direction of the side of the swimming over of the nail in general, but looking at Barbara towards where he had a perpet towards the edge of its own complacent dead aluminosity. There is no immediate response that came over from the flickering over of the nail light, and he step his way back, his fingertips trembling above against his palms as he looked over towards her its way to parvoid towards the edge of the sky take you against the bittersweetness of his eyes as he looked over towards where the light seemed as if it vaguely flickered for a moment, then if we stood and so they began to ease its way down right again over towards the place before I've been raising it over towards the edge to begin with. It continued to stay floated over towards the middle side of the direction of the concrete surrounding above against the whole, swaying from one side and over towards the next as it did so with the illuminated light fluttering apartment towards a space up against it within its hard nature-He gave up a soft somber breathless came over towards it has his fingertips pressed over beside his palms, and then twisted his eyes over towards another slab of concrete, as I snapping over bitterly beside there was the room reaching up their hands and the rise up over towards some, easing his body with the grays up against it, lifting it up right frantically as he did so as he gave up a small hinge, and then through the way to the concrete as he turned it up over towards it then it's direction and slapped it up over towards the nail and the white illuminosity again, his eyes loud that up with a fight, as he saw the way that although it seemed as if the aluminosity flickered, that it was only vaguely swing and once again at Barbara torrents you to the space that's surrounded it, not yet quite moving as he looked his eyes over towards the side of it swayed from one side and over to the next, using its body down right And yet, still seem as if somewhat it was beginning to move with the rest of the ropes, the twist over and the momentum in the movement that was now beginning to further suede apart from between the sky of where it was still being pulled further forward and up against the perception of his eyes in front of him.

"Don't you dare try to take that thing! You'll never manage to control that."

One of the citizens begin to call it over towards him coming their fingertips grabbed up her towards the trigger of the gun to come in He trusted his eyes above against them with a sombranch of a breath that he looked over at them with the zero sword back, but it was only the white hot melancholy, the grief, the desperation that took him that caused him to grip his hands up over yet another slab against the side of the trembling of his palm again. He twisted his eyes upturned, and, though he could feel the way that his hands were became to be leaned on over against the concrete snapped his hands up over against the side of the edge of the only needed flicker of the nail again, his voice launched apart towards the edges throw it as he did so as he began to see the way that now, it was so they begin to crumble come a twist coming and was swaying from one side and over towards the next as it did so as he saw the way that with the significant grown of what it seemed like an incredibly delicate balance before the foot now so they began to crumble and waited itself apart against the side of the concrete of where it had at least been somewhat collected with the moment before within its concentration, now being taken up entirely as with the significant grown in a twist over if it's own foot, begin to gradually crime itself as a beginner twist over against the edge of the slab of concrete, and over further towards the ground, and BoJack series parked up, his eyes drenched up with a certain kind of light of his own focus, has he looked over towards were a big end of cram for other brother against the jaded edge of the ceiling come in his words got bored towards his breath as he did so, as you begin to see the way that it began to curve itself with the increased concrete of over against a side of the edge of the space in the hole, contorted and twisted spotty down, and with a significant way to bargain see it if it's body now seemed as if it was slowly beginning to concave itself firmly of over towards the side of Bo Jackson's direction as he saw the way that occurved, twisted, and concaved within itself, and could hear the way that there was other bodies that were clearly far against the top of its form, calling out over against to one in the frantically as they did so as he began to transfer their ropes together what she could see was latching above against the side of the skin of the form of the body of the beast coming which was now so they seen as if his concaving up over and into them building of that of which Bojack and the others were currently within. Some of them even seemed as if they're flashing a boyfriend away from the side of the scale of the form of the body come up trusting itself back as it did so as it began to curl concave against the side of the edge of the roof of the building that although clearly falling apart anyway now see it as if it was cracking grown and, and ceasing its away over towards it seems like a full concave nature that was destroying up against him within itself. As Bo Jackson stepped his way back and looked over itself but as his voice caught a perpet towards the both relief desperation and uncertainty of his breath as he stepped his way back, his eyes winded as he twist his expression over and saw the way that the others began a trip as they turn themselves backward against themselves coming their eyes were lighted above her with what seemed like a defined fire over to Bojack but it was clear that they had already taken over and accepted the nature of that of which they were looking at, and now instead, they are taking him over for and panic come at stepping their way back as he lodged over called him to one another frantically coming twisted their words and bodies apart of the side, and quickly begin to step the way back up over from the hallway that was no crumbling over and within itself to the point if not existence, stepping and growing and twisting their bodies out, twisting theirmselves in a word, and then, leaving BoJack entirely, as it was clear that everything around the walls in the space is a beginning contoured within itself otherwise was about to crumble over him within itself almost instantly regardless.

There was another shout, and to call that came over from the violence that was those that were beginning to fall down over against the side of the weight of the body that was curling itself inward against the forming hole. Several of them seem as if they were so wounded, torn and exhaust from the way that they have been over beside the planet of the turtle that their bodies quite likely simply rolled and faltered off the edge of the side at the back, falter down and then slammed above her beside the ground to come up their bodies twisted and contorted back, eyes firmly threaded above against aside after the light of their bodies that seemed as if it was something that was all things considered the equivalent to some sort of dead exhausted slap a complacency, their eyes rolled back and their bodies turned down and hitched and ground of barbitoid's aside, twisted and contorted back or against their bodies as they began to slam down over and into the dissipitated concrete that took them as he did so as our body slam and twisted and contorted up and onto the ground surrounding them. some of them were holding rope inside of the hands, that same way to illuminated rope of what had been there before, but it was clear that it was already beginning to go limp above against their palms and if they're clear vent to defeat, and with their eyes rolled back, and expressions rolled over and contorted, it was clear that they had reached over a certain kind of deep astounding to defeat already, their bodies leaned over, breath no October towards their form, and it's BoJack McDerva towards where it was clear that way that they are wretched and caught up over against themselves more than they knew what to do with in terms of the control of what theater attempted to be able to take over from the eternal, it was clear that it hardly mattered now, and their words and eyes twisted and crawled up within themselves, and all there is nothing but a contorted wretcheness that took a perfect against the form of their bodies and that's awaken instead.

There was a last gun shoot that seemed as if he was specifically directed above the Bojack. His eye is mind and as he twisted and looked over towards where you could see the way that there was another shoot of a gun that was strange to permit horns and erection on this area, and he twisted his body and murdered as he did so as he gave up an example to breath and looked over towards where he could see the way that the last she would have a gun was now drenched in performatoid cesarean beside his foot. He gave up a significant contortion of a breath as he looked over towards where there was nothing but the fog and the concrete take him over against his eyes now, as he stepped his body and word with his legs pressed a perfect as a sign of his chest, and looked over towards where there was now nothing in front of him except for what seemed like that scuffling of emptiness of those that were clearly trying to be able to do everything they could to control projack but, it was clear that they were at an end, and no longer any ability of strength of being able to have any kind of sense of control, even if they would have liked.

There was still the occasional call that was coming up over from those that were on top of the turtles back, their voice is latching out and thrashing and calling up over against one other as they did so as they swung the rope from one side and over towards the next. Bojang kept his hands pressed up against his palms as he twisted his eyes support abruptly and looked over towards the edge of the floating turtle, and then come swallowing thickly as his eyes are widen as people twisted in, collected himself as quickly as he was able to, and begin to rush himself over towards the side of where he could see the way that the nail had lost itself beside the head of a crumpling wall that was next to the way that it leaned up over the side the crack of what was left have the dissipitating energy that came over and around the side of the wall. It was floating from one side and over towards the next as it kept itself from the used to perfect in the side of the crack another way that it leaned its way to barf against the side of the edge of its nail twisting up over towards the side of its feet taking over against this way if it's form.

As he began to step himself over the rebel of the various different cement, he began to ease his eyes a proper towards where he could see the way that there is a sway of the nail that was twisted before freaking small in front of him, his eyes twisted up as he turn and looked over to where he could see that there was that he is of the nail and if it's illuminated by those taken up over against a side of the wall that was in front of him as he twisted his head and looked up, seeing the way that it lathered over within that sway over if its own defeat for a moment firmly, and clearly with the way that it was hitting a multiple times against the crack of the wall. He stepped over those passed out bodies come out I looked as if they had several different marks of eliminated white taken up against them just from the way that they had released over against their hands on the rope, and stuffed his way hesitant for over towards where he could see the way that this way of its foot and of the illuminated now those dredged up over beside the wall in front of itself was now finally within his reach, although as he looked over at it with that vague fear, and with the somber wander as his eyes snapped up against it and with his expression somber, he hesitated for a moment as his hands was pressed up against the edge of his poems as he looked at Barbara beside where he could see that it was clearly rocking it before her against the broken wall, hitting up against and showing off about just how true they complacent and dead that plan have actually was, even if it should have had a certain kind of energy to it that would have given away something that did have a life inside of it to meant to be remarkable to some degree, if there's anything to go from the way that he was being so drawn up or towards its energy, than whatever kind of layer of radiation that was coming up from the other end of it.

His expression was somberg on that complacent and on end, as he assembly used up his breath as he twisted his hands up over towards the side of where he could reach it over towards the swing over if the illuminated of white lie to the nail inside of his palms, he twisted his body and word from him his shoulders carded up against himself as it began to reach of his mom's interested apart against a side of the swaying, and thrashed in a nail that was hitting up over against the crack of the wall next to the way that it's foot was lean to limb up against it. with his expression somber as he brushed his hands up over towards the edge of the side of the nail, and the illumination of his mighty some believes to his hands and pressed up against it, and then, easing of his shoulders inward he began to has only press his palms over against it, and twisted it over against the side at the end of his body as he did so as he began to pull it in word and over towards his direction, stepping his way back as he did so as he gave a small hitch and that felt the way that it's weighed, although inherently physically empty, felt incredibly light over towards the way that he was pulling it over and beside his hand, as he pulled over the swing of its direction it perfect against this palms as he curled and pressed it in word, and could feel the way that there was that all a life inside of it that had been bursting with the complexity before that now, was clearly using up into it seem like a further sense of its own and deep end of melancholyne to feed, sweating and twisting into what seemed like whatever kind of life was inside of it, that to a degree now it must have been aware of forever towards what was taking it, in terms of the fact of its robbery, of its suffocation, other way that it was being used a perfect towards those that were latching up and we're trying to be able to take it over towards their game and whatever way that they were able, and if there was any life or civilization inside of it that was aware or new how to be able to respond to it, it's certainly seemed as if it also knew how to be able to hide from whatever kind of maliciousness of that of which may have taken it.

"Keep your focus over on the ropes, latch over onto it, raise it up! We won't have any chance of being able to do anything particularly worthwhile if we do anything else other than manage to focus on what we can control, remember that!"

Bojang series turn back as he looked over towards the side of where he could hear the way that the voice began to latch out against the side of its expression, the way that it's voice latched it over towards the end and budge of that overpowering emptiness illuminating up over towards the way that it's voice called out, as BoJack say in script over against the side of the edge of the nail, his ears are back as he twisted his eyes over and his expression that hathered up, uncertain as he heard the way that there was another voice that called out, twisted in his grind and is miserable as much as it was it still had that same violent sense of trying to be able to use our into a deep degree if it's own focus as best as he was able to and if it's own direction as it called out over towards the extension of the landscape before it called out frantically and over towards the edge of the space from where it called out within its frantic exertion of its owned command over towards the Ambi space surrounding over towards where it's a voice called out.

but, even as he began to feel the way that the nail begin to attach a bottle from his palms, his ears sore back as his eyes twisted up as he campus on bridge of his breath feeling the way that it's slowly begin and attach away from his palms and, with his eyes widen up and begin a trip over his feet as he began to feel that all too familiar panic overcoming him, he kept his hands from the crypt up against it, and twisted his eyes for anticloop over towards we could hear the way that voice called out as he frantically and hesitantly with a deep exertion of his own desper brother called out as he spoke from them has deadly trip over his feet as he called it over towards a space against the landscape, breath caught up over towards authorities he swallowed as he called out, though he knew that there was no reason or any hope for anything to come out of it-

"Wait-"

There was no pause in the way that it was clear that there was a ropes were trying to collect themselves even through the chaos of both the red fog, as well as it congested in the falling down white concrete and of the dust that surrounded a perfect against the movement that was surrounded up over around the turtle. Regardless did BoJack keep his hands pressed up firmly as much as he was able to beside the nail as he began to feel the way that it was slowly beginning to raise itself above from the edge of the side of his palms, he twisted his head up over towards where he could see the way that it was still the beginning to attach itself further over towards the edge of the side of his body as he kept his palms drenched up against it as quickly as he was able to, his breath caught above towards his throat as his fault thickly and twisted his head over, where it's launched above her against him as he looked over desperately beside the nail that now begin a crime before against his hands as he just barely managed to keep his fingertips drenched above against the side of the light of its illuminated culture and energy that was inside of it as a continued to dredge above against the floor that continued to be passed forward against the side of itself. As he twisted his head up over to the side and gave up another contorted exertion of increased Angela's breath of his panic he is not visit over to the side, or it's launched over to his throat, and swollen thickly as he began to step over from the rest of the concrete that, by some sort of strike of luck, was not so completely destroyed that it was impossible for him to trip over his feet and to walk up against us quickly as much as he was able to, as he kept his hands from the Gray's department towards the end of the side of the twist over of the nail taking over against his hands, as he continued to rush his way further of the side of the light that was taken up over against his hands while I saw the way that it swayed over against the last of his ability to grip onto it.

He was now entering the part of the now almost non-existent turned down building and that still had that red phone take it against itself from the previous Wait at the building had been destroyed, and as he twisted his eyes with an edge of panic of on the outside of intuition he's on the way that several others were twisting above towards a magically and with their eyes flashing apart against the side of his eyes, twisting their eyes at borrower towards the end of the side of his direction if they did so as they looked with their eyes flaring up against him towards where he can look over with the pierce of his eyes over from the red phone taking up against his expression. One of them reached out their gun as it began to cram it up over towards yet to the side of its body, and his feet tripped over himself, his head twisted up as he felt the way that is where it's latched over against the edge of the exhaustion of his throat as he began to feel the way that the fire was specifically ground over against the side of the edge of the formus feet while he tripped over himself within his desperate concentration of momentum, though he could feel just how exhausted uncertain, how full of fear he actually was, as he looked over and saw the way that the nail was now leaving over into such a way that he knew that either had to continue to follow it to come in or let it go within its entirety.

With his hand script up against it and with his eyes loud that up within his suffering, he turned that twist of his eyes above towards it for a last moment and then, giving up a quick contortive breath reached his other hand and stepping off the concrete, crawled his body and word until he firmly felt the way that he was crawling up or against the side of this way of the illuminated nail of the turtle comment and curled himself and is he gave up a small hitch of his home pain to breath the twisted his body back, and then accepted over towards the way that there is a deep suffocation of the edge of his body, curled himself and where as he did so, and allowed his deep defeat to exert up against him as he suede from one side and over to the next, as he felt the way that although his body was exhausted in full of a shocked trembling, that as he turned left over towards the way that the turtle was being pulled firmly over against the side this way of the last of the building, that he was in fact, moving along within its momentum. His hands drenched over against the side of the crack over of the nail, his body drenching and easing up against a desert of its large form of a size towards the direction beside him as he looked over the exertion of his fear, twisted his hands firmly and further up against the side of the edge of the nail hosted his eyes up, eased his body back, and then began to allow his body to drench further up against it as he did so, crawling himself inward and up against it and then as his hands began a tremble and toasted a perfect and society of the nail as he gradually forced himself to try to be able to see any kind of way of what you could have ended up over and within its invitation that was up against the swaying of the light that took within the culture and the energy that was surrounded up over and inside of the light that took up against this way of the form of its front end.

He turned his eyes up with a melancholic which of his breath, when he heard the way that there was several of what seemed like those that were trying their best to navigate over against the top of the hide of the turtle as best as they're able to a sick called and he's hands up over against one other, their voices were called out, and he used her with an increased extension of their own massive loud nature of the way that they are only continuing to call out if only from the desperate exertion of trying to be able to see him as if they could match over any kind of sense or even just the illusion of the control of what they barely had, their voice is large depart against another and sued from one side and over towards the next, as he continued a lot you out from their body swing above against aside the edge of the light of their forms that took them as they continue to call out. He snapped his eyes at baraboo towards where he could hear them, and his fingertips begin to press over towards her he could see the way that there was large enough cracks within that incessantly massive nail, enough to the point where it was the size of his body, as he began oppressed to guide his fingertips over towards the crack of it, and the illuminated light that was now take up against his forms as his hands trembled, and he crawled his palms and murder with the frantic trembling as he did so as you slowly begin to open up the crack, watch, he swore doing so, but using his hands up against it did the best that he could to gradually open up contort, and twist his hands up over towards the edge of the side of the light in front of him as best as much as he was able to as you saw the way that it's still the began to flicker and expand-and, with his eyes trembling as he looked over beside as his hands pressed up over towards a crack of it, it is your resort back he gave the sound hitch as he slowly begin to open it further and forward as quickly as much as he was able to, until he could feel the way that it began to slowly and crack, and although it took a dense amount of his own concentration and focus, and although his eyes were lather up over within his suffering, as he pressed his hands for other perpet towards a splinter of the bone he slowly begin to see the way that it cracked and unfolded above her against his eyes, twisting, and with his expression not that above it towards desperation until, pulling it open in further forward, he saw the way that the bone, although not to any significant degree, so they cracked open against a sand entirely, until it opened up twisted, and, with the sands pressing for other barf against the jaded and extension of the bone, and with his eyes from like a perfect and still lather of his tone he twisted his hands further up against it, and how he could see the way that it physically split up over against the side of the edge of his hands, and his eyes almost were temporarily burned a pervert towards the illuminated light that took him, and he twisted his head over to the side as a zero's girl back as a girl has body In word as he gave a quick cry for a moment upon seeing the way that the illuminated light drenched above against his eyes, his body crawled in all the while as he did so as he fought the way that it blinded him for a moment upon seeing it's the extension of its own light, his body crawled in for a moment, or it's large to park inside the edge of his throat, and tell, probably with the size flick it up right he twisted his eyes over within that's bittersweet of his lathering exhaust, twisted his head forward, and trying to be able to find the acceptance of his own endurance which was helped over from the way that there was second to use solace screaming, twist, and motion of over towards from those are trying to be able to control the side of the edge of this position of what surrounded up against them from the way that their bodies were called at over against one other and from the top of the movement of the turtle, of what they were only just barely managing to get any kind of sense of true focus again, did he begin to use his body up over towards the side of the bone, slowly pressed his hands and bargains decide that as he open it up as quickly and as best as much as he was able to, and then with a grunt and with an angiozone acceptance begin to ease his hands above towards the illuminated the light, as quickly, and as best as much as he would have been able to get married

The air that met him over it inside of what must have been the other culture instantly made him snap his body back, he gave up a quick hedge of his own cries he did so as his hands trumbled up over against aside his palms, curling his body and word as he did so as he gave up his own pain to breath come in fingertips pressed above against his palms as he began to twist his hands above against the side of his hand again, curling his body and word, and found the way that there was a deep illumination of what seemed like a light of it, curling above against a side of his eyes as he began to feel the way that significant transpass of its own energy that was kind of apart from the other end of where he was significantly aware only other fact that there was clearly something on the other end that seemed as if it was going by some sort of other sense of rule of physical reality if nothing else come in enough that he felt akin or alien to it, as he snapped his hands back for a moment upon feeling the way that it's hooked over beside his fingertips finned over between the light of his own troubled and as he was temporally taken up over by the exhaustion and disorientation of feeling it

"There's someone down! To get them down, get them down, we need to focus on getting it back over towards the right route. We don't have time-"

There's a voice that launched a pervertards a space of work until you do exert its energy, focus and command before we can decide where they're calling out, frantically and with that same eccentric exertion of desperation of what they had had before. He turned his eyes, bittersweet in itself this as much as he had ever been a Barbara towards the direction of where he's heard the way that the callout was but, quickly twisted his eyes back over towards the edge of the side of the nail in front of him as he telling us it over to the side and coming hands grounded up barbito and see it to the front of it to begin to sway it open further so that he could at the very least allow his hands to press further above towards would seem like that a thermal wind and chemistry that was now beginning to blow up over towards his fingertips, as he felt the way that jelly swept up and guided a barf against his palms. it seems as if there was a certain kind of movement to come in an increasingly ongoing momentum, and one that seemed as if it was promised that it was not going to comply, or lived by any kind of narrative of whatever was that he latched himself in Andover into it, and briefly did he fear what it's all like a sort of kind of exaltation of a deep fear coming drenching up as a snap to go for an across his body upon feeling the way that there was at eccentric wind, which seem to black, and significant over towards the way that it trenched above the sinus palms, that's hooked up over beside the sweat of a skin as he felt the way that there was an increased movement taken before against his hands, and he snapped his palms back in word, twisted his body back, as he turned and looked over within his own exhausted and practice uncertainty, as to whether or not he would be able to move forward in any kind of significant way with what was waiting up over and beside him within the wake of its increased ongoing extension of the flickering of the edge of its light, and of the uncertainty if it's in centristy and if it's movement coming to using and take him from the way that it flashed above or against him on the other side of wherever it was that he was clearly meant to be able to go-it had a certain kind of come if nothing else come energy to it that smoke over towards a promise that as long as he launched himself into that culture, the liar, that he would certainly be more free than anything else that was surrounding currently, as his eyes snapped up over towards the space within his uncertainty, his despair, and is horrible he snapped his eyes and twisted it over towards the side of her his eyes snapped over towards within his insurgenty in the detriment of that of which took his uncertainty he twisted his eyes up, and snap his eyes up over within his dense and ongoing fear as he did so as he heard the way that there was the increased call out of the voices that was snapping above against the rope that took each other, and eventually even began to hear the way that there was several different feet that were now latching up contorting, and seemed as if they're swing down up against the side of the movement of the body, and he could hear the way that their voice is ever becoming closer, more significant, and easing down up over towards the side of his body and a such a way that it was clear that if he stayed up over the side the nail, that he would be fighting them, and as he looked down over against the side of his shoulder he fought the way that his voice latched up over towards his throat to come in and could see the way that he was floating above above the height of both the burnt down and building now, the way that I've been clustered and contorted in, as well as the dutchment of that of which took him from the way that he was floated up over the side of the extension of the way that he was lifted up over from the edge of the side of the buildings come at Cromwell down into such a way that as he turned looked over the side to come in it was clear that he was going to be left over with the deep extension of nothing but a candor of defeat, where he to stay in the place of where he was coming and would not be able to fight off anybody but would only be no doubt twisted thrown, and forgotten over to the floor.

So as his eyes snapped up with a lather melancholy comma he began to quickly curl his body and word and tell his full hand was snapped over in an inside the twist of the nail taken up against his hands. His ears were lowered back, as he only began to feel the way that there was that full sense of his exhaustion as he felt the way that the wind swept above against his palm and above against a side of his skin. He could feel the way that there was something that seemed as if it promised of something that would not buy any stretch of the imagination be gentle, or soften to come in or that would offer him anything that would offer him any kind of guidance of understanding, but rather instead just seem like it was an increased stench of what seemed like a suffocation, a torment, and a drench that was only going to lead to a different set of rules within a different culture, he certainly knew at this point that this was generally as to what he could have expected, as he felt the way that a saints per inch departure towards the drench that took over against his hand that's played up over against the sway over of its own strange deep intensity that was on the other side of where he had used his hands out over and decide at the emptiness of the space, and the way that he could physically feel some kind of energy so I hang up and over in beside the edge of his palms.

"There's no way that it would be the horse, there's no way that it would have that kind of reputation. They'll take care of him, they said that they would come and we don't have much in terms of the way of being out of any kind of hope but we had every single what's resource to try to be able to make sure that he wouldn't have any ability of being able to make himself around here, I can't believe it, I won't allow myself to."

One of the voices called it over against the sign of its shoulder, twisting and grimey out over against the side of the edge of its body as it did so as both bodies sounded as if they're splaying above against the side of the edge of the space from where he could hear the way that their bodies were sl inging and over against the pattern that took them over against the side of the scale of the body. His eyes snapped up as he twisted his eyes over towards them, and with his hands have crawled it in and over into this way of the movement of the nail he could only see the way that their voice has come as well as the movement of their feet, and their patterning of their bodies was now getting over into such a way that all he could do was snap his eyes upright within the way that the wind whipped up orbit towards the exertion of his eyes coming the twisting of the contortion of his body coming as he swayed a barf against the last of what the nail would even invite him to. As he turned his head over towards the side of the nail he could see the way that the turtle was clearly being displayed up over towards the side of what seemed like a particularly large, if not an incredibly broken down arena, his head latched over to the side, his eyes allowed at a barber within his deep candor of his own defeat, as you turn and looked over with his own melancholy over towards where he could see the way that it was greeting a perfect against the front of his science, his body twisting and swaying back as his feet kicked, but he closed his expression, gave up a somber breath, and felt his own acceptance over towards what was occurring to him, as he turned his eyes but that's soft extensive nature of his own acceptance, and twisted his eyes above towards where he could see the way that his hands was now fully being crimed up over and against the side of the sway of the movement of the nail that was taking up against him as he twisted his eyes a part of the side where he was swaying from one side and over towards the next and up and across the rest of the city of that of which was left of it. There was a particular Halloween, the speed, and he began to press his hands from the inside of the Nancy pressed further up against its tooth, his ears are back, as I had stretched up into an exertion of his own determination and seated so, as he focused on being able to push it open further within the chance of its own focus quickly as much as he was able to, pulling and twisting and contorting it for other perfect and society of his hands coming twisting as he pulled it back from them as he began to focus over towards the way that he was pulling it out from the exertion of the inside out, quickly come in that as best as much as he was able to, as I was hitching up and focused all the while as he began to feel the way that the bone so they begin to concave over against his hands but to come up nonetheless, was at the very least somewhat beginning to open up from the way that his hands grabbed up over and pressed him aside it, quickly as much as he was able to, as he looked over and felt the way that it began respond to Barb again's extension the side of his palms that pressed up against it and saw the way that even the delicacy of the nail was slowly began to crumble underneath the weight of his palms, as he gave a small extension of the hedge of his breath the focus rolled up his shoulders, and continue to open up yet further still as he began to see the way that the bone crumbled underneath the way that he pushed his palms up against it, with as much exertion and as focus as he can manage all the violence he did so.

"Down-crawl yourself down- he's right here!"

By now, he have it in him to twist his eyes at Barbara towards where it was clear that there was some sort of deep congestion of a call over their own command that was twisting apart from where they're calling out over into one another. He could only focus, at least as much as he could allow himself, over towards that speed of the whipping that was on the other side of the nail is he continued to press his hands firmly begins a side of the edge of the stone open of its own hardness, his ears lower back but his eyes flickered over into a firm focus as he did so as he began a president further still over and across the heart of the nail all the while and as quickly as much as he was able to do so. He could hear the way that there was an increased sound of movement that began to blessed itself over and beside the edge of the hide that was taking over within its illumination beside his body, he twisted his eyes up within the desperate melancholy of his exertion, as he looked over towards where he could see the way that there was one fox, with his eyes burning up against him, and enlightened into it almost seem like a cockiness as he claimed his eyes aparatones and photograph was beginning to open up the nail and push in forward to open up the head further still, his ears are about, and his eyes twisted up as he claim his expression improve against him as a campus of some branch of his breath, rolled up his shoulders as he did so and then come and giving him a defined hitch, at least as much as the emptiness this way of his body would allow him to come in He grabbed his hands further up against a side at the edge of the nail bursted open coming and flashed his eyes at brought towards its some place he did so as he closed his eyes, and barely tucked away from how he could see the way that it now begin to flunk significantly Barbara get the side of his eyes. He closed his eyes is a zero sword back as he twisted his body to get a word as he just barely managed to serve her to the way that it began a twist and grab up over against his poems all the way that it began to launch over and twisted bar against the side of his body come up He closed his eyes as he called himself in a word as a key but significant way all that gave away just how truly helpless he was, curling his body and word as he did so as his voice lodged above towards his throat come up as he began to feel the way that both they tooth as well as the rest of the structure if it's slowly begin a chromosa detached above from the way that he had navigated it in a moment before or the very least, had attempted to, as he began to feel the way that it crumbled significantly improve against the side was palms as he kept his bitter sweet eyes, leather up within his uncertainty, twisted up bar against the side for Mom and as he did so, his hands resting at Barbara against the side of the edge of the book and tooth in front of him as he only continued to settle for breathing heavily and deep for a moment, swallowing onto the edges he would so it says he began to feel the way that that extension of firm momentum of heat and focus only now began to increase it further still from where he hadn't opened it up.

And he swallow thickly again as he snapped his eyes up over towards where he could see the way that there was that fox twisting his eyes up against him with that burn at the fire swearing up against his eyes, the fog size and the other does he looked over against him as he his hands was crazy bar beside the edge of a rope, both fascination at the same time discussed glaming up against the side of his hands to begin a grace for beside his palms, Bojack looked all around him with a deep exertion of begging up against the bothering of his eyes as he looked over beside him, and he quickly began to inch himself over towards the movement of where he had broken out of her towards the crack of the nail, keeping his hands twisted bar against it within the exertion of his insistence best to see was able to, turning, with his best of his own existence as much as he was able to, up over towards the man as you slow the begin to guide his body up around it as he inched himself forward to it, looking over within a prompt extension of his own focus as much as he was able to all the while, to turn into a silent begging of which the strain on his body could not allow any more than a love, as he now began to contort his body and swept his way over it inside over towards her that increased movement and the sound and the sweep over the nail was now going over into such a way, that he could physically feel the way that it's soaked over beside his palms, his ears are back as his body curled in come on as he twisted his eyes for it engaged frantically at barbiturates very good see the way that that sweep over of momentum kind of exactly as to what he had been under the impression of, was yet still further against his hand, as he looked over towards wear him there was several different displays it would seem like light movement admittedly, life, though it seemed as if it was as better sweet, and undetermined, and unfocused, and unhappy as much as he would have imagined with and it's meaninglessness, that's flued and splayed up against his eyes as he saw the way that it twisted and contorted a proven towards his expression as he looked overheaded with a bitter sweet somber melancholy for a moment, taken over only by would seem like that deep exhaust that gazed up against him as he looked over briefly within that somber pity, uncertain of what to make of the way that his eyes twisted perfect against the movement displayed up against him for a moment as he looked over towards the extension for there was not the except for that deep what seem like fog, all energy, all focus similar to the way that the robbed humanities have been, but seems as if it was only becoming more enlightened, more defeated, all the same time, but one thing was certain, it certainly seemed as if it was not under the impression of waiting for anything or for anyone anytime soon, except for that deep ongoing meaningless disparagement if it's movement, that was currently taking over towards the bittersweet of his lather eyes as he saw the way that it continued to speed up over towards the front of his expression.

"I won't be here anymore. Please, for the sake of the both of us, and let me go."

He twisted designs of Barbie towards the side if we could see the way that the fox kept his hands grind up over the side of the room. His eyes narrowed as he looked above beside him, first flying above against the wind, and he told his eyes a borrow towards the broken arena out of which the turtle, within the human struggle as quickly and as best as much as they were able to pull it over towards, slowly being split up over towards its direction, BoJack twisted a size of barbitoids where you could see the way that is moving above towards the end to the side of the broken down of the building on them interested the size of bittersweetening so I'm really back over towards the man, as I snapped up frantically as he did so as he looked over at him with the deep exertion of his own becking as he began to press his hands further begins to each side of the increasingly more broken down now taking up against his palms, keeping his eyes as focused as much he was able to abroad beside the foxes his eyes were burning narrowed, with although it was clear from the way that his hands was neurotically pressing up against the rope that he was planning on taking and robbing him for anything of what he could, as soon as he found it convenient for himself.

"You go inside of there, you're just going to get ruined to come and sacrifice right along with the rest of them. This culture isn't especially powerful, not the way that you think, not if there's anything that we can do about in terms of being able to use it for whatever it is that we'd want, or however it is that we want. You understand?"

His voice was clearly lathered up over towards an exertion of his own warning coming with the sand's lab at a barb against the rope as he continued a grime and a twisted up or against his palms yet further still, BoJack only looked over him with the sound exertion of his own knowing, and would seem like a silent defiants but, knowing that it was only going above towards the culture of what he had rushed over towards to begin with, it was the only chance of what he had. His hands pressed further and over towards the side of the edge of the nail, and with his eyes so I'm really twisted back he gave the celt exertion of his breath as he began to hitch his body and word and come on stumbling up over towards the empty so the other side of the nail he twist himself over beside it twisted contorted, and began to melt his way inward and over towards the edge of the side of the nail, as he felt the way that he stumbled up over and into them way but there was such a speeding increased fog, and if a movement, of a train of life that seems as if it would never end, now taking up, and grappling up over against his form as he tripped over himself and felt the way that he stumbled and eased himself over and into it, even as he felt the way that it jammed pierced, and snapped and bald at a bargains the exertion of his expression as he called himself in or twisted in, and with his breath he took trinable and contorted himself over an inside of the opening of it, and stumbled himself in just as he began to hear the way that there is an abrupt shout, and accusion, and a snap over of a blast I came over from where he called himself away from where they were calling out over towards him as quickly as much as they were able to.

He could feel the way that the nail in the harness of it to begin to snap above against his body, the way that it raised a bar against his already cut a body as a gave a small cry just as he began to feel the way that there is a whip up over towards his direction as he got himself over and into the nail, his ears are back as his body crawled in as he did so as his body twisted bar against the side of his body, and giving up a small exhausted at your breath twist himself over an inside of the teeth the nail, until I twist himself and get toward himself down to power against the side of the edge of the form of the teeth, and his eyes wide and as he called himself up, and twisted himself upright as he turned and looked over to where he could see the way that, though he could still see the entrance of the nail and over against the culture and could still, somehow to some degree, you're the way that there is the movement of those that could do to call out that came along with the hide of the way that they are calling out in front of like commanding over within their attempt to trying to be able to get control again, or at the very late to have some sort of sense of control over towards them now that they were aware of where he was going to define himself over but seem like something that was bleak on at least for the time being, that took over against his eyes for a brief moment as he snapped his expression out for it, his eyes laughed up and uncertainty that so he slowly begin to use himself up from where he had burst on self over between the nails the moment before, which was still behind him, and still accessible, but he could tell the more the way that he was surrounded by towards the momentous surrounding him, the less likely he was to be able to go back easily into transfer himself over towards his entrance way.

He twisted his eyes over to the momentum that was in front of him, his eyes were small and panicked as he looked frantically over towards where he could see that there was a clear momentum of fog that was now taking above against the fear of his eyes. His fingertips pressed before weak against his poems as he began to realize that the energy of that of what she had just crawled himself into seemed as if it was especially overcome with some sort of deep seriality but at the same time, accepting softness that was overcoming him-there was something more natural about the energy that was surrounding him now, and despite his fear, as he rolled officials and try as best to stumble his way from aperture the entrance of the momentum is quickly it seems able to, he began to rush his way as frantically and with as much d as he was able to override into the natural overpass of that quick profound nature of what seemed like various different ongoing fogs of late there were no whisping up against the front of him as he rushed his way over and through the energy, and comprehensible and strange as much as it was, they've only to get away from the clear chaos of hard physical nature what he could felt happening from the outside.

You could hear the way that the animals were calling out to him, the ones that had initially shouted him to get his attention to begin with. His eyes snapped over the side of his shoulder as he gave a sauteed to a surprised breath, his fingertips continue to press a bargains his palms as he could take a trip over his feet and over into the natural light that took up against him as well as the fog, and of that sway of momentum that was containing to protrude up against him in overthrew the air that surrounded his eyes.

"Excuse me?" His voice trouble that's he called out-He found as if his tone was physically swelled a permeatory so he could feel the way that there was a clear sense of an ongoing movement that was trying to be able to make its way as quickly as it could have ever towards the emptiness of the white space and display of fog surrounding up against his eyes. Has he turned his head and looked over towards where that split a fog was crossing up over against the wide nature of his expression in the field He felt a strange kind of vague almost healing, if only for the fact that at the very least, he was taking in that momentum of the fog that was surrounding him, and the same as if it did have a certain kind of natural sense of acceptance over towards its loss and his comma with the words wailing and called up over again themselves as they continued to rush the way of frantically through the edge of the fog while they rushed the way over through the momentum taking them. Bojack could even physically feel the way that they're began to sweep up over and around his body, himself letting out in abrupt edge of his breath when he fell to the way that they swept up over through him-He gave up an abrupt the breath of his own surprise while he tripped his way back as he saw the way that they projected in Spain the way up over against his body, himself got a pervitance his surprise as he saw the way that there was something big that would have given over towards a facial expression and that came along with the five, what she comes the more that he got closer over towards it could see it was clearly spanned out into something that gave away a deep disorientation that came across from both features of expression, some sentiment of humanity, but was too taken apart with horns there what seemed like clear to spare that was projected over towards that natural light of relief that was currently taking them, I think as they span twisted and transcended over towards the curling form of his body.

The only thing that God is attention was the sound of what seemed like a distant call that was now became a project as it called at over from the air, it's voice latching out into it seemed like an ominous melancholic call as it did so well surrounded above towards the air of the white. BoJack's eyes snapped a barbitoids where he could hear the way that there is that distant edge of its call surrendering its way up over towards the edge of the sky, his eyes widened and kind of as he did so as his birth lodge to birth towards his lip, as he turned within his fear, and projected over towards where he could hear the way that the word was beginning to call it over towards the form of the distance guy that was surrounded our returns the Great pay all the sky that twisted itself over towards the space of the air taking it. His eyes twisted as he turned his head up, and the fear continued a lot of the only further pervitariance's expression as he looked overtimes very good here the way that the voice was lathered and twisted and called out of her towards a space of the air.

"Over towards the side of the momentum comment quickly, keep going, as quickly as we're able to, and we'll go from there. This is all that we need, we have to stay collected, and when we go from The closest to clarity inn of savorability as much as we can get to come and we can manage to be able to find a little bit of reconciliation. This is the only in the first sense of rhythm without a word we're going to get, we have to keep moving, healed them both body and mind the same as best as we can if we want to keep moving forward, quickly, let go of all attachments, we don't have any sense of collection or of control here. We never will."

The voice was using in and out from the edge of the quick momentum of the space, calling out and drenching over and swaying over what's in like some sort of ringing of a bell that was trying to be able to use as quickly as it could the direction of pervator towards the movement of the body's taking up over as he swept over in between the middle of Bo Jackson's paralyzation, and with the sweeping over their bodies continue to twist into reconcile themselves over and against his form as quickly as he could of the white of their sub and their edge twisted above against his body as it swept in physically transcended over and through it. as he continued to step his way back of all his voice is called permit towards his fear and drenched himself into his body just for the sick of feeling a sense of any kind of control, he found himself turning as he looked over towards that white projected light taking perfect against the fear that was written up over towards his eyes as he saw the way that the extension of their disorientation and have always clearly their whale and despair continue to make the way it over and across his body. He could sense both the deep despair and the mogginess that was coming up over against the way that they are transcending and pressing a book against his body-I was both his own from what he had been familiar with with his own mockiness and his melancholy, and yet at the same time released up over towards are recognizability of surrendering himself over towards the space of those that were twisting as they passed up over against the form of his body and the crippling of the timid nature of his form.

distantly he could hear the way that the other two animals have rushed to over towards and were now being to call matched out over and decide when another, and he could even hear the way that their hands begin to grip over against aside the chasm of the two of that of what she had initially crawled himself into. His eyes turned out busy twisted his expression upright as his breath got boring towards a trembling of his throat, and twisted as he looked over towards where he could see the way that their hands pounded and grappled and twisted of barbican see it to the side of the tooth as they begin to turn their bodies in word. It seemed as if their own hard edge of energy was in contrast over to Bo Jackson's as he snapped and looked a permit to him, and his body began to curl in as he began to see the way that that ongoing sense of fog that had a slight semblance of humanity, and all of the energy that came along with my trying to build a protect itself, beautiful and natural and at the same time disorienting all at one says it past to bar with his form was still increasing up against his eyes and began to pull it over towards a was drenching and passing abroad against him. He turned his head over the side of his shoulder, glamoring his eyes up as he did so as he could only feel the way that he was began to transpass server towards that much more natural culture and if it's energy surrounding him, although it felt as if it was far from the grounded and the well off in the curated sense of that he had initially got him when he had ever met anything to do with it to begin with, as a tripped over and twisted his eyes towards her he could see the way that the hands twisted crime, and slam this the way up over towards here to the side of the heart of the tooth to begin with, they're hard edge to voice is calling out over against to one another, thrashing and gramming and twisting inward as they can do to call out with what seem like a frantic command, and the voice is coming out of bloody and on and just they did so, compared to that much more natural, humble energy that he was beginning to cross himself over and into as a fog in the face is swept over and around him.

"someone is trying to be able to invade already. It's only going to get worse, focus over towards your plan, allow yourself to fall firmly and perfect towards the acceptance of lack of control, press into it, don't allow yourself to feel any kind of sense of lie of any kind of control, move forward, we were always alone in terms of trying to be able to collect ourselves with this to begin with, keep moving forward, all of you."

The distant voice continue to call it over within it's surreal command, and Bojack could even hear the way that it began to fail a little bit, showing off over towards it's true humanity, and of the way that it was trying as best it is able to protract a sense of light of control around it even though was clear and that, within its unremark ability in terms of its own delicacy, that it was already beginning defaulter down over into itself rather than being able to truly call out any towards any severe sense of successful wisdom. has Bojack turned his eyes absorbitoids where he could hear the way that the voice was latching and increasingly to call out to come out He snapped and said it forever towards where he could hear the way that that voice was distantly calling out, even though it was clear that it was far away and that it was era the space around and get him was beginning to become projected disoriented, and seemed as if it was feeling to ease over towards any kind of sense of sense about of which it would have been able to have managed to come that sounding as if it's voice is now failing at proven towards they are surrounding it.

"Excuse me.' towards where he could see one fog that was transpassing up aside him, his eyes were wide as his fingertips trembled above against his bombs as he tripped over his feet and marched his voice for empathically abrovoidance where the white fog was beginning to trench itself over against his eyes, he tripped himself forward as he began to use his hands of birth towards his palms, and he latched his hands out firmly aper towards her it could see the way that there was something that had the slight semblance of nanomorphic animal, it's disoriented monkey face twisted barbitoids a side of where you try to reach his hands out to grimace up against the side of the following, but it's heading latch interested, contorted and spand up into a shriek, and it seemed as if despite the fact that he could have some sort of sense of it seemed like a sentiment of a syllabus that was up against its size and the twist over of the disorientation of his expression of its animalistic form as a twisted and looked over beside him, that it was rejecting him just as quickly in terms of being able to interact with the way that his hands grazed out to attempt to interact with it.

He could feel the emptiness that was surrounding the various different momentums of the foggyness of the movement that came along with the forms that were transpassing up around his own desperate, admittedly terrified and disoriented body. He could only manage to be able to keep his hands press firmly before we can see it to the side of his palms, keeping his palms he's different himself within the hope that somehow he'd be able to keep himself collected from being too caught above towards what was surrounding it against him as a transpassing or ever up over through his body. His eyes snapped and grooms to pervertise the edge of the side of the space of where he looked over around him with that frantic exhaust as he saw that was fogs of path bodies, half energies, but all of them seem as if they share that same sentiment of whaling and of shrieking comment continue to transpass and over against the side of the edge of the form of his body come up as he simply try to step his way back, his eyes wide and and eased over towards a frantic fear of his own disorientation as he felt the way that he was being succumbed up over towards that strange emptiness that a feed himself, no place, no significant home, not even in the bittersweet way such as the culture had from where he'd initially been connected to to begin with.

He tripped his way up over against the rest of the side of the song, until they turned as he began to see the way that those two animals that were beginning to crawl themselves at birth towards the tooth seemed as if they were bringing in a particularly significantly more despairing black sensation, their bodies crawling up over against the heartage of it as they begin to surrender themselves further inward to it, calling out as her voice is relaxing and grappling over to one other within their commands, interesting up and guiding further that came along with their own desperate attempt to trying to be able to fall over towards the pass of where he was being smoked a barbitoids the forms that was the switched up against his body. He turned his head at Barbara towards the side of his form as he it's hard and felt the way that their own specific energy now seemed as if it was particularly snapping in, and grappling up over towards the side of the energy of that vague purity of what was surrounding him as a frick pushed his fingertips over towards his palms, as expression powered as he began to feel the way that they're moved from the beginning to latch themselves over into the side of the edge of the open tooth as her voice is latched and called up against another within what seemed like their deep sense of the contrast of their emptiness, their lack of love or naturality such as the way that this planet come in the culture, even if now gone beyond recall I'd clearly had before. He tripped his way back as he gave a slight sum or breath while I began to see the way that they sling themselves over into the chasm of the tooth, one of them keeping their hands gripped a bone to sign the rope, the other calling up over towards the other side of the other animal firmly, as they began to sweep themselves above against aside for him begin to make three further within it, and it was clear from the shrieking in the spasming of that of a came along with the body's transpassing up over through him, that they were aware of the entrance of that came along with someone that had not initially meant and had not been intended to have been able to have been there to begin with.

His ears parked up even as his eyes for flashed over within his disparagement, his ears lowered back as he did society of a small and difficult and breath when he looked over towards where he could vaguely see what seemed like a body that was in his late attached of orbital towards that voice that was snapping in and out, and over towards the transpass of the white light of the fog of where it was calling out, it could see the way that it's body was begin to curl and a bird as a sand snapped up and seemed as if it was a shorter and morphic animal, twisted up with its body gently swing up and grazing at purvivor towards the edge of the side of the fog of the light coming and seemed as if he was ringing over a bell, currently for the time being caught up over towards something that seemed as if it was a white silhouette to come that took a probate toward the side it's form as it began to gradually Chrome its way down and over towards the end of the side of it wherever it was it had been standing called over against its projection to begin with.

"Don't lose hope, don't lose face or concentration. We can get out of here and survive, but you need to try to be able to stay focused over towards what you have, what kept us here, we have favor in us, remember, we're healthier than we could be. Keep focused on that, and we can continue to find our way through this."

His voice, although it was technically being swallowed up over by the various different fogs of energy that was wailing and hitching and calling up as I swept up over through the sky, and as he continues ring his hands of borrow towards the end of the bell as that vague silhouette form of the animal begin to sleep himself over against the bodies, continue to grind his way up forever towards them and it seemed as if he was vaguely aware or perhaps even to an emergency extent was coming up over between the place where he was feeling that energy there was no sweeping up over towards the space transparenced up against him. Bojack began to step his way back, though there was nowhere to go or if anywhere of what he didn't know how to go to even if he was aware about where he wanted to-He was only aware about the fact that the that the body, which was slightly more easily recognizable as a body, was beginning to slow they make its way over towards the get to the side of the space of the various different transpass of the bodies of the white light and fog You're twisting above her against him. His voice continued to call out, though it was swallow just as quickly again by the phone taking forever against the way that his voice called it over towards the forms of the white silhouettes until he appropriately stopped over towards where it seems as if there was that vague carving over towards a silhouette of its expression that gave away towards where he turned to look over to bojang's direction. His voice continued to call out over with that command This is hands contained a ring up over beside the survey of it and if it's moving beside him, though it was clear that he was coming in perpet towards a wrecking sound piercing apart a projack as he swept his eyes for a labor towards the end of the silhouettes of the bodies were sweeping over, and quickly crossing over and swept up against him within its quick movement, and it seems as if his warrants came over towards a quick pause of a halt for moment as he turned, his eyes narrowed in a light and interested up as he began to sweep himself up over between the silhouettes of the bodies contorted up around him, which were really more so just energies of despair and of an attempted offense at this point more than anything else as he began to step as we have purgatories or Bojack was swept over between them.

'take your poison away. We don't need it, we have no use forward. We have no need to desire to entertain it. Take it away, please."

"I don't know what you're talking about." His voice trumbled as he tried as best to speak as much as he was able to through the dryness of his own mouth, although really come up his own panic was beginning to take him more than what he know to do with at this point. He turned as he looked over with his wide eyes of over towards them silhouette that begins sweep itself over towards the fog of the various different energies of those are sweeping up against him, his eyes were lowered up and narrative as he swept his eye and suburb against aside the edge of the form of the energies up against him, with his eyes snapped and narrowed as he twisted himself up, and bojacket sends what was that clear ongoing sense of what was an increasingly more significant disparity taking over from his body, as if he was aware of the pollution that was now beginning to take him that came along with the layer of where I had to come from, and we're gonna can actually swept out the poison the chaos from the outside.

as it was, bojang trying to set over the side of a shoulder, his expression tense and curled up in his eyes wide and as he twisted up with any broke the breath come up and turned as he saw the way that those two animals were talking, it seemed as if the had kept down the blog down black rope as they began to swipe it over against each side of the palms, switching it over from one hand and then above towards the next as they did so, their eyes narrowed, and they were the most significantly comprehensive physical forms over surrounding a barbitoids that otherwise white falling transpassing over and around Bojack for the time being, seeming as if their energy is coming significant as much as they were, physical wise were non-existent enough that they're sweeping over towards the middle of his body and is such a way that he couldn't stand right in front of them and just be transpassed by them regarding this food He snapped his head over the side of his shoulder as he turned and looked over it to where he couldsee the way that they're expressions making a lot of purgatory in the edge of the side of his body, one of them reached at a hand as they called it over tornstand of his direction coming up and it gave up an abrupted Jesse stepped his way back as he looked over between them, stepping his way up over through the end of the government frog that was taking up against the ways that there were other sweeping above against his body, and with their eyes twisting as they turned and contorted to follow up over towards him continue to launch over towards both the fire of the rise come up and the indication of their hands, as it was clear that they're trying to be able to protect over towards their own violence as quickly and as best as they're able to, guiding a bird between them with it would seem like both their own exhaustion comment cynicism, but for the time being collection of acceptance as they began to sweep themselves over to the fog and towards his direction.

"You have to get rid of them. I didn't mean to. I don't want to" He turned the timid, almost pitiful extension of his eyes as he snapped it up over towards the direction of the silhouette of what seemed like a stout mouse man, his eyes were narrowed down within a deep sense of his own attempted defense as he began to sweep himself a purgatory towards the yellow light of the bodies, his eyes were narrowed and his expression timid as he continued to sweep himself with purgatory it's those that were surrounding of against him. The mouse stopped over towards where he was sitting himself over towards the form of whatever it was that he was doing, and whatever process that was occurring to try to be able to keep this some of that frequences beside him as best as he could have managed, it seemed as if he was able to feel something that was coming up over from the mood and disposition of Bojack as his narrow rise, which was nothing but a flame of white light, stopped abruptly aprilaterines a side of bojang's curled and for him. BoJack series parked up as he looked over him with that same deep extension of Penny, trying to be able to keep his eyes projected of perpetuates him for a begging for a moment doesn't look terrif against him with the serious lower back and with his disposition is mogged down and waited a purgatory as his own disorient ation despair, and grief of that of which took him as he saw the way that the mouse paused for a mom would come up His hands was still ringing it over against the side of the bell, and with his eyes narrow, he began to ring it again, with a sound gently swing a perfect and supplies I was sweeping up as a guy didn't snapped apart against the form of his disposition in his body, sleeping over beside his foreman around him, as those wide narrow eyes kept snapped over towards the end of the side of Bojack, not necessarily a arrogance, but more so out of a genuine need to survive and to bring sins over towards the culture of that of what she was carrying and keeping with him.

"No, please-"

Tripped over while he tried his best to be able to call out over towards the mouse, it was clear that if nothing else come out even if he didn't understand the chemistry or the dynamics of the way that the culture worked yet, that it was clear that the more noise that they made the more likely that it would be that he was going to be caught. His hand swept and went in front of him with the Zions wide and as he snapped his eyes over towards one side and over towards the next through the dense, would almost seem like guaranted meaningless of the valley as you try to step his way above her beside the mouse, he looked over rainbow Jack with would seem like a flame of his own air get morning, and Bo Jackson cuz he snapped his eyes a perimeter and the direction of where he could see the way that to those voices begin to call and get further still come up the two animals sweeping themselves at Barbara towards where there was those ongoing flares in those flames of the silhouettes of the light of that of which were snapping the way of over beside their bodies and their perception. At least two of them begin to turn as they looked over towards where those two firm bodies that came over from the other layer began to snap their eyes and their command up over towards the white blur of their direction, their voice is shriek and calling out as they get so as it seemed as if they physically were disowned to the perpet towards the hedge of the rope that came along with the black of that of which one of them carried, swinging their hands up over against the side of the disorientation of the desperate nature of the feeling of the why does it begin a snap and twist as a guitar to its body back, swaying the rope up over against itself is a continently in itself and were towards the side of the hand of the animal-it was a disorienting mood in sensational physically flinched upon seeing it, stepping his body back as he did says he have a small hench of the edge of his own expression, and stepped his way back until he began to feel the way that his body was significantly sleeping back over towards the silhouette of the mouse that I'm glared and had initially wrong his bone over beside him to begin with, of which is voice caught up, and his ears are back as he snapped his eyes a bird towards a direction of the mouse comma with a size flicked and lowered over towards him with a deep and direction and seated so is his eyes now to perva towards the end of the side of our Bojack I just leaned into him. BoJack series lord back but he looked over him as his hands reached out and trumbled up against him into his timid begging as his body crawled in, his expression curved stout and wrinkled, as he looked over towards we could see those narrow white eyes that were full spectacism, who had his fingertips dangled up forever beside the bell, and he indicated his eyes frantically improve towards where he could he feel the way that there is that significantly much unless pure, much less natural, and far more hard and noises of the silhouettes of the body so is now making themselves as they began it surrender and took in contorted their hands across the various different lights of that of which took them, it's clearly using it, at least to some degree, for what seem like their own mood and for their own nude female to take it up and illuminate it within their own projection of satisfication and whatever way that they would have seen fit.

"You're only going to destroy your own kind if you try your best to do anything you can to harm me. I promise. You don't have to do it like this, you don't want to do it like this spread someone got me something stuck in something that's far beyond your understanding and I understand that it's difficult to try to be able not to act on. Don't let them know that you're here, you're just going to make it worse, for both of us, I promise-"

the near eyes flared up over against a side of where it could hear the way that Bo Jackson's warns troubled up, and he could fear the true exhaustion that was now overcoming his words now from the way that he had had to go over to such a strain of a physical exertion just a sway himself over towards the nail and over into the landscape of the culture where he was now, even though it was clear that it was far from as nearly as full as much as he had assumed that it wouldn't be paid The hand still they begin to lower it down their bell for a moment, his eyes flashed up over with the ground beside BoJack as he did so all his eyes for narrowed and flashed and turned in within the white of his expression, Bojack keeping his eyes flickered and sombrasive against him as his hand twisted up against him, letting out his soft somber breaths mostly timid, but also, desperate to try to be able to convince the mouse in any way that it was able to with whatever little wisdom of that of what she could have held.

The mouse tilted his head of forward to the side, as you begin to sway the bill of the next to him, although it's still wearing light lake on the Lamb BoJack closed his eyes as he began to feel the way that the two hard animals and they're much more sinful hard nature in the small way in their energy of what it carried himself was heard from behind him. His eyes flashed up as he turn his expression with the last bank above a torn society of the mouse.

"There is no culture, and there is no planet around here anymore."

BoJack size on the puffed over into a further went skimmer his eyes flashing up against aside from frantically as he did so as he looked over to him with that deep question up against his eyes as his hand skip trembled up over against his palms, but came over with that deep melancholic and desperate pound. "What?"

"The pollution, the way that we're being used, the way they were being pulled forward into whatever it was that would be over towards their comfort. It's not leaving any room, or of any time, for anything except to accept over towards our lack of ability to be able to do much of anything, except to leave, as quickly as we're able to come through the sweep of the planet of the turtle, it's scales, to do what we can to try to be able to find any kind of sense of work incinolation of wisdom of what we'd be able to and to go from there, it's all that we have. We were able to tell before, our wise it's coming that we were slowly beginning to lose the movement of her body, the way that we were able to keep ourselves from my focused into a sense of discipline before from what we had previously. There's no culture, there's no energy, there's nothing left of what we can recollect except to try to be able to move ourselves as quickly as we're able to into hope, that as long as we were able to use this gift of being able to transpass the physical so that we can sweep through the challenges of what we need to take it out of here and to find something else, that there will be some sort of movement, some meaning, on the other side of where we currently are, that is after all, the only thing about we get to, and what the universe is transformed my civilization in my own culture into I'm assuming it's the one gift of that of which we're given to him and that to be able to happen."

Bo Jackson slashed over with the deep and fear beside the silhouette of the mouse for a moment, and, spilling out his words from his lips, speaking only because of a desperation that he could not bother to be able to have projector to hide, did he begin to flash out his words as he spoke out-

"Do you know about my wife?"

it would have sound like a ridiculously obsolete and irrelevant question, but with the way that he spoke cuz his hands were trumped up over against his skin, and his eyes wide and pupils small as he spoke it with this words trembling above towards his tone, it seemed that there was something across the silhouette of the mouse so they begin to turn the narrow of his eyes up over towards Bojack and his desperate direction. Bojack only kept his hands twisted a bargains his palms as he looked him over and come up and there did seem as if there was a significant change of over towards the mouse in terms of his question, a light to begin a turnip over towards his eyes as he twisted his head and blamed his expression for over the side Bojack for a moment in question, his eyes taken up forever towards with Sam like a deep exertion of his own curiosity, flashed a barbitoid's the edge of the side of his eyes as he saw the way that BoJack could his hands pressed up against his palms, knowing that the only thing that justified the nature of the question was the deep desperation of that of what she had in terms of being able to ease over towards whatever kind of significance they could hold.

"The ones that are currently uploading this place, the way that you feel that native trying to be able to go against it some way. I promise you, that there is a way of trying to be able to make sense of it, to make it so that you can be defended against them The only reason of why they're going after me come and the only reason why I'm significant at all is because of my wife, and because of the power that we have. If you help me there might be a way that I can help you. I'm just trying to get over towards this strange, entanglement that she found herself in, we didn't mean to, I was doing everything that I could to try to be able to keep things simple and as healthy as much as I could, I wanted us to feel free, I wanted us to just feel wise and to stay with each other but it was like the more I try to do that, the harder it was for me to stay beside her. I try to be able to keep her from getting pump into a complication but I get kept getting into these sickly cultures exactly like the one that's trying to be able to control you and your people currently, and I know how hard it is, and I'm sorry, I'm just-"

"My people have to be able to sweep out of here, this planet, as quickly as we're able to. It seems like come and given the fact that we were initially given some kind of reward if and especially natural peace and a piston rather than away from any kind of modern attachment of sickliness behind before, and believe me when I say that it was much better than whoever is that's trying to latch over to trying to be a multipleloadus now, that we've been punished for it, and unfortunately know all we can do going forward is to just do what we can and how we're able to to try to build a hope that with this new sense of transcending physical bounds of fear of having to be able to simply be taken over towards the emptiness in the world that we've all eventually be given a certain kind of peace, granting in some way, that will help us to be able to find of our romant to go next while are simple energies go over to the cosmos that is over between planets for the time being, cultures, perhaps."

"The cultures don't end. And if they do, I can guarantee you that unless you have some sort of permission from the universe that you're never come ever going to be able to make sense of it. Trust me when I say, that what's out there was a letters upon layers of compact worlds, planets that have been placed up against one another one by one as if there are certain kind of dice against various different suffocated walls, I think because of the universe is anxiety to try and be able to make it so that it could propel in some way, to keep these universes and they call these cultures from being too caught up purgatory words there disparagement or from their sin, or whatever else that we might have done to try to have broken the universe's trust such as the way that we always did it before. Believe me come I've seen it with my own eyes, my own mood, it's impossible to be able to remember once you begin to realize how complex and just how firmly and deeply organized and strictly made it actually is. The only thing of what you can do is to accept the fact that there is nothing of what you can do to understand it entirely and to accept that, if you can do that, I promise you, you'll be able to find what I did with my wife but first you have to accept that fear."

"And what do you think that I'm doing with my culture and my people?" There is a bit of an edge to the sound of the mouse, even though it was almost impossible to truly being able to follow over torrent's tone, if only from the way that he was speaking over into such an arrogance that it was almost impossible to be able to detect save for the fact that his voice was coming out into it seem like a surreal sense of echo of that which was more so energy surrounding it against him rather than coming from his mouth specifically. As I had snapped, as you turned and looked over the BoJack, with a slight flair begins his eyes as he did so as he gleamed his expression above her beside him, and it did see him that as if to some extent that there was something that gave away with the certain kind of remarkability in his tone from the way that Bojack was responding to them, the way that there was a curiosity drenched up against him that it seemed as if he was taking an effort not to be able to full fully fall into. But there is mostly just a defines there, and BoJack couldn't deny that within his own erotic anxiety and of his own selfishness of what he was struggling to spend into a narrative that would work for him personally, that he would be able to convince both himself and the mouse about how to know leave them behind or a towards or was clearly an increasingly more wrecking of a plane and following and curving into itself. His eyes flashed up into a further hard thing narrow as he saw the way that BoJack was clearly caught off guard up over towards the question, and his eyes flashed over with the gleam as his eyes narrowed as he flashes expression for other towards him, indicating his head sharply above her beside Bojack as he gave a small pound, and stepped his way back as he looked over towards her his eyes kept firmly flared up against him within his insistence. "What do you think it is that I'm going, and it protruding and taking my people over? How do you think that it is not a managing to be able to take care of them as best as we're able to considering that our culture and our planet, which was densely peaceful before this poison began to come into us, poison that I can now see very clearly was quite a little late coming along towards the very people thought of which we are trying to be able to survive and to protect from to begin with, which have now so clearly been gone to be able to follow you because clearly no matter what importance that you think you have, or what was to my should obtain from being able to follow you that they are very clear about falling right behind you?"

"I know, but you have to understand. I don't know how to get out of here. I don't know how to survive the way that things are. I don't know how to make it so that I can survive or what to do even if I did-I don't understand, any of this. What I'm trying to say is that I need you to try to be able to work with me because, if this planet is falling apart because of some sort of concave corruption much, even if you think it's because of me I can promise you that it's not as half as much as you think, even if it is something that I brought along with Mac and promise you that I didn't mean to, and that I'm just trying to be able to survive but if this planet concaves into itself and if that terrible rod and culture from the outside is the only thing that's waiting out from the other side of where I am, I'm not going to be able to take it, I won't be able to survive it. And if you want to say think that me being able to concave into myself is somehow going to help you in the grand scheme of-"

"another kind of victim that comes on the universe that is projected over towards narrative that I should follow you, or your wife, just because of the effect that you had because of your own desperation and grief to begin with. You may have started and you may have awaken up the universe but by no stretch of the imagination did you quite literally create it, the fact that you would go along with such an arrogant narrative and of itself shows that I'd rather not appease in terms of having to be able to think or to talk to you for too long. I believe that the universe is trying to be able to do something that is outside of my understanding yours come or of anybody else's. And I believe that needs to be lived by, that it's required to be lived by, if we have any chance of being able to survive."

He turned his head up away from Bojack again as he began to ring again as he called out, his voice echoing over with a small echo of his increased sensation as he did so as his voice latched over towards the span of those are sweeping a purgatory the space of where they are continuing to make the way a profit towards the span of the movement of their bodies in the disorientation of their faces. BoJack closed his eyes as he was lower back as he stepped his way up over beside the man, looking over at him with the pitbull exhaust as he did so as he twisted his eyes above towards them, he twisted as he looked over to where he could see the way that the animals were already now beginning to corrupt a one side of the black row, twisted up over towards the neck of the disoriented faces of the animals and of the civilizations of the people that were trying their best to rush themselves up over towards the weight as quickly as they're able to, their face is contorted with desperation from them right before they dissipitated into it seemed like a non-existence, as they are swept over and jammed and thrashed above against the black of the rope, turn into twisted and contorted into it as he did so as the animal were talking up against another within their own increase since of their increased further arrogance, and that black feeling and the emptiness of how the both of them were carrying to continue to project and to carry itself forward and over between the two of them.

His fingertips press further begins to his palms and his eyes snapped over as he saw the way that the ringing that came along from the animal was now swing over towards the side of its body again, his eyes flashed over even into a brief warning over to bojang cuz he swept his way back, continuing to latch over his hands and he swept it over and called him rug it out over within that deep echoing over between the bodies and the sways and the curls up against them as they continued to sweep themselves over around the form of the transcending of his body he swapped it over towards a space surrounding him. Bo Jackson snap his eyes at barbican side at the edge of where he could only feel that deep frantic exertion taken against him further forward, and gave up a small hitch as he walled up his shoulders as he did so as he turned and looked over between where that white passage of light was sweeping up over against his body He looked over between them. He began to step his way back, as he looked over towards where there was that significant energy that was latching up over towards those that were surrounding themselves over around his movement and it was disparagement, has he turned his head and looked over towards where their eyes begin to flash up over towards him over between the fog of the various different citizens and of their thrashing contorted voices and other faces that barely managed to transpass around their bodies, he only felt the way that his ears lowered back, isn't words twisted up into a soft contorted breath, as he saw the way that their eyes flashed and towarded as he snapped the rise of birth towards the end of the side if we're BoJack would stood back while he saw the way that their attention began to claim up over towards his direction. His ears flew back as he saw the way that the fox snapped his words above towards that of which was beside him, the way that the other nod did it begins to miss his hands begin to thrush and begins the rope, as I was twisting up with this sudden urgency up against the expression as he claim his eyes firmly up over beside BoJack, both of them calling out and retracting up against one another, as they began to take over the very few humanities, finite in a small and water as much as they currently work, and they get a turn the heads down as they twisted their eyes with a significant disparagement, calling over with a black haul of their command a pervert a BoJack as it began to step the way of perva towards that flow of light of that of which was taking them as sick and two at the ration call out the tones of their voices over towards his direction.

"Come with us, and you can have a little bit of benefit of a reward from what we get outside this planet. It's already curving into itself anyway, you're wasting your time trying to feel as if you're getting ate anything out of it by trying to be able to appease it. We can take you back, it's not too late, we can still find ways of trying to be able to work into amend with you, it doesn't have to end like this, not to the extent, BoJack. Come back BoJack!"

The world's large department towards the emptiness of the disorientation of the words in the silhouettes and fogs of the other bodies that are sweeping up over towards a space of the landscape. The more that BoJack stepped his way above her between the fog as he swept over between them it was almost as if his body was slowly beginning to become increasingly more inclined to being around beside the man their energy-cuz he turned his friend to guys over the side of shoulder, he began to see the way that there was several different sentiments of old buildings, that slowly begin to use a borrowed towards the blinking of his eyes, and the way that they seemed as if they are suddenly began to become more protruded into something that was easily foreseeable, as he saw the way that they generally glamored up over against the 10th space in front of him as his bittersweet desperation snapped over within his thought but a sweetness of beside where I saw the way that they gently blinked over towards the form of his own bittersweet and desperation, a sentiment of a city, somewhere that clearly was initially a handful from the curve and form of the melancholy and despair and of the failure of Los Angeles to begin with that had initially taken him.

"So what do I do then? If you and your people are just escaping out of here to try to be able to save yourself."

"You take to yourself and you do whatever it is that you need to do, what makes sense to you. To be quite frank that I'm at this point I am quite despising of anybody like you that is caused everything to be such a suffering wreck to begin with and with no clear silver lining or of any way out of it except it could do to try to direct my own people and our life together as best as we're able to. You could have had a chance come have cultivation and to life, and I entirely blame some that has as much as a blaring light in terms of the alarm that you naturally carry just be impact and the amount of eyes that are on you and the jealousy of the reason as to why myself and my culture ever ended up having to be able to be you exposed having to be able to use to begin with."

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you, it's not my fault. I didn't know what to do-"

"You didn't know what to do?" The monkey flash designs over to Bojack even as he continued to press the belt in between is two fingertips pinching it as he did so as you continue to tilt his head for the majority of it towards the wisps of that of which was left over towards the energy of his own wretched kind that was sweeping up against him. Up ahead, Bojack and see you through the large bulge of his own fearful expression the way that they're beginning to sweep themselves over towards would seem like those large, and those clock triangular squares that must have made up the initial turtle planet, and of the various different shells that have made up its own hide, which now seems as if the space is over between the squares of it shall remembered over time between the spaces of those that were now wailing as they thrashed while they're white wind of energy and of suffering in a light swept up over into between the cracks. The monkey raised out his hands, and the only thing that was left that was foreseeable of his eyes was the narrow his expression in the white fog and the blaring of his eyes, and Bojack could only manage to look him over with a bulging fear with his words caught up over towards his breath as he tried to find a way to defend himself, but he did know that the rules had changed a long time ago since being able to use the flag of simply being a helpless a big deal in way as anyone

"You don't understand about what you want. You don't understand what you're doing."

"Yes. I don't know how I-"

"You don't understand, but neither does anyone else. The only difference now is that you're just as pathetic and just as pitiful and is lost in his nameless come sad and broken as much as everyone else here, but you're not going to get any kind of significance of sympathy or of any kind of breakage now."

"Please. You have to understand, I'll do anything. I've already been wandering around feeling empty and not knowing where I am and having no sense of home, of my family, of any kind of validation for as long as I can even remember at this point. You have no idea how bad it is, the emptiness, the lack of belonging and the way that I'm aching for something that I know could be so simple is the only thing that I want help and if I could just manage to be able to get it it would solve so much about everything to do with me-It's like I'm placed in some sort of component of a life in an existence that I never could send it to that is a living and hell for me to be a part of, and I never wanted to be here, and I know, I feel it inside me that there's a possibility for me to have a sense below and that jewelry, and I don't know how that might relate to your own people or any other culture but I know if I could just somehow find a way to get there-"

"Come collect Bojack!" The monkey raised of his voice as he did so as his voice, within its update neuroticism of the way that it swept up orbital it's the last of the wrists of the civilizations that were spewing up over against the bell in his hand and his words of barbiturates there, called up over against bojacks shoulders as his voice began a project over within its reality and swept itself above between the fog, and save as if they don't they agreed to an extent the suffering and the whaling that can't belong with the distant fog of that of which was the people of the civilizations of those that were sleeping around his body. BoJack's ears turned down as he turned his eyes up fearfully inflamed, expression balding as he did so while he looked over fearfully and saw the way that there was closely blurred and lonely forms that he could no longer fight any kind of sense of recognizable humanity within book itself is still see the blur of mouth and eyes which was sticking up away against a side of his own form as to breathe heavy. He turned his head over the side of his shoulder, and he began to see the way that the monkey had, with whatever little power that he had left with a crumbling power both of his culture and his people as well as the planet they were within, called out his voice over towards wear both the visible and the colorful physically hard thoughts as well as the beaver of his companion, and even with what seemed like two bloated sex that they were now caring firm above against a hand situated behind her backs, we're now glinting as they begin to carry and sweep the ways above between the display of the white fog twisting at his exerted up against them, with their eyes glaring as they began to stumble their way over to the fog and twisted their eyes with the hard gleam over to BoJack as they did. It was clear that the monkey had made it so that the attic clear path and an application out the exact target of what they wanted to get from them-and Bojack, in his erratic field, tristed his eyes back up and towards the man as he only gave him a twisted desperate pathetic and pitiful expression of his own tension of shop, although it was clear, if only from the way that the bell was now being wrong even more actively and more aggressively now by the side of the white monkeys hand who is now becoming increasingly less tangible and visible himself, and the Bella and its own ringing becoming more significant now is BoJack or the deafening way that it was ringing as it swept out of the door and melted above between both the wailing of those surrounding him as well as the ringing the bell and the short way if he called out, the way that there was a clear desperation the sound valued called out within his own despairable that Bojack cannot recognize was the monkey, morning for every chance that he had in terms of being able to have a full cultivation of his own sense of home and of reality on the end of life, now taken over towards the emptiness of the cosmos around the end of the mysteriousness of the endlessness of the cosmos side of the universe's attention and action that had no guarantee that there would be anything to catch anything to do for the comfortability or if any promise for anything worthwhile that he could tell the both of them so deeply sought after their own way.. his large, bulging and panicked eyes could recognize up towards that deep disparity even though the monkey had nothing but a foggy white that was with a big problem the way for the last of his physical humanity, and living nothing but it boggy and weighted down sense of his own anticipated despair of what was coming okay for himself and his own people.

As the monkey could see the way that he had clearly managed to convince Bojack now how selfish she was being over towards requested something that was not just happening to him, he began to solve really feel the way that his breath began to ease down into a complacent but is somber in a shock to breath as he pressed his tulips together, meeting over towards the glare of the white monkeys eyes as his expression tense as he looked over towards him within his own deep like a place and acceptance of suffering. The monkey then began to turn his body back over towards the blurriness of that of which surrounded and intersected up against his form, and it was clear that that sound of what camp were planned with that familiar empty wailing in that hunger and of those deep words that sounded as if it was attempting to understand the concept of language and of communication that was going from that black and conferenceable tone of the universe was now beginning to swallow open to overcome even the monkeys words end of the ringing of his bell, as well as those that were sweet pickup attorney as well as a swept over around the increasingly more blurry form of the monkey.

"Everybody get yourselves collected and focused dermatory inside of the scales when you sweeping through it!" The monkey begin to turn his head of barber between the sweep of the edge of the rest of the whaling of the civilizations and whatever kind of sense of communication and control of that of what she could have managed to have left. He continued to ring the bell as he did so as he could get to sweep over one hand, now nothing more than a blurriness of boy does he try his best to navigate his way of Barbara towards the whaling and the blurriness of those that were now only just beginning to meet over towards the illuminated glow that was now making it with the several different sections of those massive squares that made up the turtle planets scales, at least as far as BoJack was able to see from the small place of where you currently was with its perspect ive. The monkey began to sweep this way up over between the rest of the fog the latest he could tell you to spend the last of his control is supposed to do is able to swinging at the bell at least as best as he could manage, and his body was now beginning to sweep out and fairly occupied with trying to be able to direct and deter in the sweeping over of the rest of the direct fog, and direct them specifically over towards the edge of that massive large scale that way to clearly make up the scale of the turtle that they were trying to focus on to get the civilization of his people through-

Bojack turned his head over his shoulder as his wide I saw the way that both the fox as well as the fever, who work ripping their hands up over the side the various of the desperate and of the suffering civilizations and stuffing them over towards their bags and clearly giving them, from the last of desperate humanity of those people and the animals of the energy that was left of their humidity weakness, just enough to be able to continue to compel before to try to be able to latch themselves within their cripping onto Bojack. Their words were narrow, and their eyes were twisted and morbidor's BoJack as it was clear that they had a heated aggression and maliciousness that almost could be seen as something that was self-cellivatory, themselves being clearly aware of the fact that they had finally caught and had pinpointed, and we're going to take it from way forward towards exactly whatever it is that they would have wanted to, there is a clear arrogant black confidence that was inside of their words, affirm fledge of their own smear of their confidence but that they knew that they were now being taken over towards a culture in a situation that was best within its apathy and a difference intuitively, even pushing him over towards the very same fate of that of what he knew would be his black and if he fell into it.

"Okay!" His voice cracked out, as he began a twist his eyes desperately as he swept his way and ran over through the various different wisps that were surrounding up against him. The majority of them were now clustered up over beside the singular large overhanging turtle scale that was now doing a vote him, as well as the monkey that was beginning to walk away towards the bottom. The monkey tilted as he twisted it set up as to begin to group his hands further over and to get the side of the valid front of him, although it was clear that he was now beginning to lose the last of his own specific focus of his body as well as dis position to the fog and to the desperation of the group of God of the endlessness that came along with the maliciousness of the tide of the universe and the way that it was gripping on and trying to be able to do this way him and take him along with the other of his civilizations that's surrounded him within their inclusively more empty and despairing meaningless humanity.

But BoJack, within his determination, did manage to trip over his feet and tells you probably crypt of a hand in swept it above against the side of the monkey. The monkey, of course, instantly strapped his body wherewithwards Bojack as he loaded to cry, one that seemed to have been carried him over through the fog both of the whaling and the serenity of the culture that seems as if, the more the scales of the turtle was beginning to be broken apart from the pressure both of the intention of the universe as well as those civilizations trying to escape out of the practice scale, the way that there is assessment loud scream that came along with him that out go to would seem like something that would have suggested the endlessness of the cosmos as if it was sweeping in like water over towards the increasingly more separating scales taking up the planet. His arm raised out, although it was clear that he had a deep end and an active incompetent regression over towards Bojack as he looked over towards of his eyes open, and his expression full over towards that maliciousness of the way that his eyes were shaved shaped over the fog inside of his eyes that took over all the maliciousness that they could have held as he snapped over the grimace of his expression over to Bojack as he did so as it was clear that with whatever little strength and comfortability that he had left, he was attempting to do everything that he could to try to be able to job and to put him off, and to pull up over to the side as he did so, although it was clear that Bo Jackson's that was firmly grouped up against shoulder had far more of a leverage of other women as BoJack would go over at him with a sickly and a devastated desperation.

"I understand what you mean. I understand what you want, and believe me when I say that I understand more than you'll ever be able to know about the grief that you're going through about the life and the meeting and the comfortability, maybe even the rest of your existence that you could never have. I get it. We've had our lives taken away from us, the richness of having conflict in the packed multiple meaningful lives full of love and of anything of whatever it is that we're made of could have ever wanted, and we're left with nothing but this sad flimsy last chance. We both have that last chance, and that's why I think that you should try to help me only for the fact that we're focusing frequences at the same scale lol I did the same handful. You understand that?"

But the monkey's eyes glared up with a large extent even further as you began to shove his arm off of Bojack as best as he was able, although compared to bojacket felt as if it was only more than a whisp of a feeable shrug and the one edge of a slip raised upward, And what he realized that he was doing of no progress in that he was now becoming too devoured, and to feeable, The grimace and the maliciousness of his expression only twisted apartment twisted up over to Bojack into it seem like his violent of an accusion as much as he can manage.

"Do you think your torment is anything that I'm going to have any sympathy for? Focus on the goddamn rest of the city if you want to help myself so bad! Leave me at my own life alone! There's nothing left to take, you understand?"

As he spoke, his mouth, which was nothing more than a contrast of a pure black that began to open up like a chasms and spread it over against the grotesque contortion of the way to his feature slowly begin to open further until it seemed like a certain kind of open board of a seriality that was now twisting as a big end overtake the front of his disoriented grotesque expression and swept over against the entirety of his body and of his form, until it seemed as if the way that is expression shouted out, and the way that he had chose to shout at Bojack had taken the last of whatever kind of energy or comprehensibility he could have had. His mouth began to raise it further until it twisted into its like a black void in this time is more it seems if it could have hit directly against Bojack and only from the edge of the deliciousness, the anger, and the way that his words smacked up with what seem like an endless chess before that cost BoJack to physically step back as his hand smoked away from the side of the shoulder himself letting out abrupt edge of his breath as his ears lower back as he could get a trip his way over towards the last of the residue that came along with the complicated in the tormented rest of the citizens that were now beginning to sleep over to the last of the emptiness, of their whisper, as he began a trip as we have over towards his eyes deep and melancholic as he did so as a transcript over against him, until he turned his head over to the side of the shoulder within his sphere and began to realize that the fox and the Beaver with their bloated sacks were only about a foot away from where his tense body stood.

"He said there was a city." Bojack twisted his body desperately and Barbara towards her eyes flashed over first from the band that stood in front of him with the fox that was bent forward and with his eyes turned down with would seem like a deep area and over towards the fever that was already beginning to step his way forward, his hands grow up over beside the sack as he nodded with the deep encouraging sickly cockiness debojet His eyes full of the deepest sense of the cheap morality and of his own sense of self congratulation as he began to sweep the sack down to the ground beside his feet. BoJack could physically feel the emptiness that was sweeping up and just was able to it was fighting up a kicking above against the sack next to beaver-The Beaver twisted his eyes as he looked over add Bojack with a deep rummus of his own arrogance, and with the slips raised up with a slender turn of his eyes, messy indicated for BoJack to begin to make his way of towards that trembling despairing empty sack that was currently rated of orbital towards his hand as he raised it out for BoJack to get a part of it.

"There was a city. He says they're still part of a city that I could possibly try to be able to climb onto, maybe that would be the way-"

Bojack of breathlessly spoke as if he was an innocent child, helpless and accepting as he twisted his eyes of frantically first over to the beaver, and then over towards the other Fox that was twisted over in front of him. Although it was clear that their own attentions and their aggravation was to take him into whatever way that would have benefited them, BoJack turned it upon himself to twisted his expression frantically as best to see was able to over towards where he tried as best to see over towards or was clearly the crumbling fog, both of the gradual descending scales that made up the turtle that looked as if it was gradual falling crime of dirt twisting and forever towards the fog taking it but sense over towards the fog of the space, as well as the several different gradual further cracks that was coming along with the turtle that seemed to sip it had an ominous white and a shining aluminosity that was slowly beginning to crack itself yet further still of Barbara towards the scales as they began to crumble up over against the front of Bo Jackson's eyes.

"Please come if you care anything about your culture at all, take care of them. I can't give you anything. Believe me. I was never meant to, and I don't want to."

His blurry and large eyes and his naive troubling words flashed over between both the fox as well as the beaver, who, he could only catch briefly before he tripped over his feet as he began to rush his way up for towards the crumbling and the moaning scales that was surrounding up against him could see the way that the fox only quickly and tremored his eyes above towards the beaver for a moment to come in his expression full of a grimace as he did soon, and it was clear that there was a threat and a selfishness of destruction against both of their air and of their attention that they would not listen. But Bojack twisted his body away from them as he gave a book like a deep end of a rats for her only quickly and tremored his eyes above towards the beaver for a moment to come in his expression full of a grimace as he did soon, and it was clear that there was a threat and a selfishness of destruction against both of their air and of their attention that they would not listen. But Bojack twisted his body away from them as he gave a book like a deep end of a rasp of a breath, and quickly did he trip over his feet as he began to rush his way firmly and as best as he was able to back and over towards the space of where he could try to be able to see where there was any sense of any kind of structured buildings of where he could watch himself onto.

He began to hear the way that there was a shot, a clear pistol gun, only after a couple of moments as he began to rush his way through the last of the residue of the week or energies that seemed as if they had him playful to make it quite confidently over across to the end of the scale of where the monkey was attempting to leave them with his own fin leaving him. He only twisted his way further over towards the crumbling of the one scale of what he couldn't see, and as he twisted his eyes firmly and desperately broker between the trembling in the cracks scales that was surrounding if it gets designs against his eyes, he could briefly see that way, exactly as to the way that the monkey had revealed over with in his last attempt of his sickly disparent devastation, that there was, in fact, would seem like a small silhouette of a cluster of several different pitches of city buildings that were in akin to the ones that he knew in Los Angeles, and although it was clear that they were going to be smash ed October entirely with the scale that was now growing and we'll pick up against the way that they are stacked up against each other, BoJack could only look up between the fancy weekend and feel like desperate and a finite shocked away as his body rushed over through him, and he paused for a moment within his timid body despite the gunshot that it happened by demand a moment above its own violence with the intention of destroying him, I see breathes with a deep condition congestion of his own anticipation while his eyes flu and rumed over towards the pinch of the buildings in front of them, the only thing about represented any kind of grounded normalcy of what he would hope to be able to launch on to now.

The shouts from the two animals were increasing and their voices were coming out into such a way that there was clearly an edge of desperate disgruntled vines that was being twisted as a grapped of over towards the air. He continued to rush his way forward even through his fog and of his deep fear, desperately as much as he was able to have only turn the light of his eyes over towards the ongoing congestion of the buildings in front of him, it looked as if it would have been at least half a mile, although with the gradual crock of the turtles island of its scale that was against it that was clearly beginning to grow and crumble, with circle bit of its own leftover parts of its shell became as it began to crumble in spat around over and against the top of the pinch of the city, it was clear that he had very few amount of time for whatever it is that he wanted to try to be able to find relief in, and as he looked over at it with his words God of desperately into his erotic display of fathers of desperation, he could only feel a deep congestion of this threat of parent, really for a mumbling over through his panic that there was no guarantee but the monkey had meant exactly as to what he had spoken, and hadn't just been trying to wait have astray into whatever way that he could have managed.

There was another shoot gun that came over beside his feet and he tripped over as he gave up a quick yell, and his fear and sickly trembling only began to increase further across the ground; it was cracked pavement, with a dense thickness of fog and the gradual blinding of the illiminious white that was sweeping out from the turtle's panel. The spilt of the center middle of the panel of the turtles shell was only beginning to groan as it loomed further across the pinch of the buildings taking the worght of its form; the tips of the buildings were beginning to become crammped and cracked under the weight of the panel, crushing itself further beside the windows as the smashed open.

The shots and the aggressive calls from the two animals behind Bojack online continued as they shot missels and fire towards his direction, but despite the fire in his lungs and the bulging of his eyes turned to the gradually crammed in buildings, he could only focus on furthering himself ahead across the white. His mind was an erratic tormil of black churning around in the chaos of his mind as he continued to rush across the white sense fog, black shock and tormil and the raw suffering of its pain being the only ironic sickly coming he could follow to make his way to the crashing and conjested, turned in buildings, now half falling within their concrete as the crashed and crumbled against another another with a groan as long as as loud and all sounding as much as the money that had called out to him with his last arrogant call intionally.

Though he was beginning to lose the ability to keep himself concentrated on the top of the buildings, he kept his stout body rushing far enough that he began to sees and feel the crashing conerte that was now overpowering and sweeping beside his small nody in contrast to the buildings that were now crumbling. The groan, which was clearly from the physical weight of the crashing singular panel from the turtle, was now beginning to crack and separate further until it began to fall with a dense intensity from the left and right side of the tower of the buildings.

Bojack gave a cut off, short breath as he closed his eyes and turned his head back as he was blinded by the sudden onslaught of white light; his hand came to rest on his eyes, body curled in while he gave a rejective breath feeling the white light pooling around his body. His breathing was lathered and heavy to the point where he could feel the choke of its rhythm grabbling and suffocating from his throat; his body twisted and curled back, temporarily paralyzed from the sudden white light that blinded around his body and little sense of will to fight he had left.

There was a pistol shot, and this time he did feel it graze beside the gash that was on the wound of his leg: his eyes fluttered and winced as he felt himself trembling from the side while he turned the weakness of his eyes over the cluster of the buildings, one now crashing as it feel entirely into a crumbled disconnected concerte. The others were quickly begnning to crash as the eight of the falling and cracked singular shell of the turtle continued to cram against the top edge of the rest of the cluster of the buildings.

"Wait!"

He staggered forward, his knees trembling as it almost collapses under the weight of how he continued to attempt tp stagger himself forward; his eyes, desperate and begging, twisted up as he gleamed his vision over to where he could see buildings beginning to succomb to nothing but meaningless concerte.

"Stop!" He only found it in him to call out in protest over to the two animals out of s last act of any sanity or desperation he could hope to pick up from within himself; his eyes, bittersweet and faltering in their focus twisted as he called his voice out through the fog of white, becoming increasingly more thick and blinding. He couldn't make out either the fox or the badger at this point; only the possibly movement of any gun that would come shooting at him through the fog at any given moment with its speed. He swallowed, hitched his breath into a reset, and stumbled as he turned and attempted to call out again;

"Stop! This won't help you, either! You have to realize what you're doing!"

There was a wail of a cry; something that sounded more like a cry of a living and conscious being, fully aware of their passage of expression and the response their deveststion was having over the broken barraier if the planet. Bojack snapped his head over his shoulder as his pupils remained small on their fear again as his breath caught into his throat; be turned his desperate bewilderment over to where his blurry eyes traced quickly across the score of the building in front of him that was close enough that he could catch the several bodies of those who had their dignity to them in regards to their it intentions of clear humanity, and of their dispairing attempt to do the last of what they could with it.

"Hey!"

His body came to curl beside his chest, and with an impulsive trip he turned and began to rush his way faster across the landscape, even as he tripped and staggered. His breath was dry and throat was closed to the point of a paralyzed choke as he continued to rush his way to where he could see the cluster of the animals rishing themselves out of the front enterance of the front modern glass door of the building that was beginning to crash and cave into itself, though it seemed as if the building was the last of them to go, and held a humanity of the physical citizens that were rushing outside of the building that, by a breathe of chance from the lack of it being crushed the most from the turtles shell, which was slated mostly to the weight of the others, was given the slit of a small chance to release the living citizens in it.

One has his hands clasped beside his robes; it was a stout grey raccon, his eyes fearful and his head turned down as he pressed his hands with a tension against the robes across his chest, tripping over his feet as he fearfully looked over his shoulder and shoved his way through the crowd that was speeding past. The only thing that stood out about him was the air of how he was dressed up in such a way that it was clear he was going to go a different path from the majority, who were clustering their fear and their aimless helplessness to what seemed like a small space under the turtles cracking shell to surpass themselves through it and out onto the other end with a place where the white illuminated light was even more blinding than the other hudds of it around the piece of shell; whether they were going to be devoured and defeated by the culture turning into itself, or whether they were clustering into a sense of escape Bojack didn't know about, there was no way for him to know.

But the stout animal, rushing his way through the crowd in a way that stuck out to a stark degree if only for the look in his eyes and the gradual way he was beginning to separate himself from the crowd in a way that drew Bojack to him beyond want he could understand or consent to; he only knew he needed to follow. He was dressed up in his energy in such a way that Bojack felt his weary and suffering sight begin to follow him through the blurriness of the rest of the rushing crowd that was passing by his body. The bagers eyes glinted through the crowd and, as if for a consent that was known between the two of them if only for the look in his eyes, though behind their understanding, there seemed to be a soft permission within him, even if he didn't know it, to draw Bojack towards him and through his unconventional path.

Bojack kept his hands curled meargerly beside his chest, but his staggering legs began to rush their way between the thrashing, panicked, emotional black eyed and the pushing pulse of the citizens that were rushing around him. They were all adorned in their brown robes, torm and ripped and their eyes wide and full of their own dizoreintion and suffering as they continued to shove past Bojack within their chaotic indifference. But there had been something about the monkey's words, erratic and disarrayed and broken as much as they had aggrevatelyvbeen called out, that he only follow through that small emotional thread of understanding between the two of them that he was meant and needed to follow.

"Hey!" His head snapped over the heads rushing past beside his expression, his head tilted upright and his words breathless as he continued to rush his way and shoved and guided his hands past the rushing form of the citizens as best as he could manage. "Hey, wait up, please!"

The badger seemed to be curled into his disposition entirely, detached and away from where Bojack was calling out breathlessly in his clear desperation. But the badger was occupied with his own heavy entitlement-as as Bojack continue to turn his head from one side and over towards the next as best as he was able to through the constant rushing and the yelling and screaming that wailing citizens that were rushing past his own body that was barely meant to to sweep over between the spaces between them He could see the way that the badger had his hands crypt over beside his own torn down and his own rotted brown rooms, and was instead making his way quickly over towards would seem like the back of the very bottom of the building that still hadn't yet been entirely crushed. As Bojack turn designs up and over towards the rest of what had been the pinch of what had seemed like it had been a small island of Los Angeles that have been moved over towards the cluster that was surrounding the last of the protection of those that were still at least someone physically living and capable of being able to be living as such, he could see to an extent of horror and that all the other ones had already managed to have been crushed entirely underneath the gradually crumbling panel of the turtle shell, which was now nothing more except for would seem like various different brown fog and dust as a better connected up over to the wild, but he'd be beginning to fall down crumble twist and shatter up against itself as its splattered and crushed down over towards a various different fog of blown down and crushing concrete of the buildings that had nothing left now except for those pieces of concrete that were now beginning to slowly fall down and internally fall into their defeat on the ground.

The badger was making his way over towards the one building that was still mostly half a building, which evidently have been with the majority of them had to go into scuffle away for as quickly as much as they would have been able to for a time, to shelter themselves until it was clear that they would have had one and no choice but to have to force themselves out. But the badger was clearly making his own choice to rush back over back and behind the building as quickly as I'm just you would have the time and the mercy of being able to do so.

You kept turning over the shoulder, as if he was on edge or conscious to think that he was doing their wrong thing or that someone would come and try to be able to take or stop him. But as he continued to scuffle inside triple inside of his feet it was clear that he was under the impression that he had no choice except again to you to rushes away firmly back and over behind the crack of the building comes which was no beginning to grow, twist, and crumple underneath itself with the empty increasing pack of the concrete, it was just taking significantly no longer compared to the others which had already been crushed and was in white fog and with various different crumbling concrete, and with the last of the turtle shell seeming as if it was now beginning to crush over with its significant overwhelming compelling weight, but the various different cluster of the turtle shell beginning to fall fresh and with its weight of the shell began to cluster and polluted profitamins the rest of where it had been to fall over entirely within its permanent defeat and over and onto the ground.

One of the citizens abruptly showed Bojack, and he gave a cautious breath as he turned with his hand stopped out to shove the citizen away, ready for any violence; but the citizen's eyes were as clearly and as lost as much as he could feel in himself, so much to the point that he felt a chill of compelling overcoming him when he saw the swan and the twist of her disoriented and bewildered and desperate eyes, erratically and aimlessly empty and twisting in their emptiness and fear, with nowhere to go, no hope for any pull forward, and no change for anything to chase sense to her emptiness as her side stepped, until her wretched disposition began to stumble it's way through the throng of the shoving and now increasingly more aggrevated and arrogant crowd.

He swallowed thickly, and then with a readjustment of his own uncomfortable breath he began to accept that he wasn't able to communicate with the badger, or that he wouldn't be able to reach him. Rather instead of he turn his own small, panicked eyes over towards the crowd sweeping up over between him, and did the best that he could to trip over the staggering of his gash legs, until he began a trip over with a large abrupt awkward breath while he stumbled his way outside of the rest of the crowd, and finally, with his needs been down, and his eyes wincing as he flicked his head up, and with his eyes turn upward as a serious parked while he looked over with his deep panicked a drive breath over towards where the badger had it kept his body turned down as he had rushed his way over and across the building, he looked out over through the sickly puff of his eyes as he swallowed thickly, and saw the way that the badger within his curled in disposition had rushed in this way behind the gradually increasingly more cracked building, at least for the time being.

"Stand down, sit down, keep yourselves unnoticeable, unrecognizable, we're going to be transferring outside right now!"

BoJack could hear the way that there was one voice, as a wretched as much as it was, that was still with that physical sense of grounding to it that spoke that does some degree at least the person that was carrying the voice still had a sense of control over their own sense of physical mundane physicality, rather than the seriality of those that have been turned into that white meaningless wisp that the others had been succumbed to, and had been as horrifying as much as he would have suspected with someone being reduced to that kind of energy. He allowed his body, which was admittedly weak and entirely wretched and burnt and cut up, to curl down within himself at seniled his knees down onto the ground, and kept his hands drumbling up over beside his chest as he turned the large bulge of his wretched eyes over through the equally cut it bruise of his skin, and with his trembling and with the finite exhaust of his breath, twisted his eyes at Barbara towards desperately with his ears turned back tendedly, as a frantically breathe deep and looked over to where he could see and that behind the back of the stone grounded building, he could see the way of that the beaver was now began to walk his own way over to the crack of the aluminous white that had formed over and around the scale of the decreasing turtles shell, but it seemed as if he was beginning to clam out into a way that was entirely different, I certainly at least what would have been several miles away from where the other ones were began to clamor and cluster themselves into all at once, and with a sense of deep panic.

"Once we surrender ourselves to the way of the universe and how it's crumbling within itself, this universe, this planet, and to our best to be able to find and to take care of her own placement, there's a chance that we could survive. There's nothing that we can do, there's no sense of control that we can get ourselves with once we go out into their, and there's a chance that we might die the second that we leave, but we have to be able to trust the intentions of the universe overall and is trying to not listen to the logic of our desire, or else it would take and to be guaranteed to eat a sent to destroys alive. Remember, the only reason why we've survived so far in the first place was because that very universe decided that it considered us worthy to. That means that we have to stick by it!"

That same wretched voice began to call out over towards the rest of the whaling, thrashing, and the turning over in the moving of the other bodies at the other citizens that, rumbling and twisting and shoving the side on another will only just beginning to glamor their way over towards the way that voice, weary and as disoriented and empty as much as it clearly was and full of its own doubt and impossible black fear, was still trying to be able to use that raw sense of courage and of any kind of sense of technical hope to be able to continuously call it over towards its own people decide would seem like their last threat of jump of faith, which BoJack could now tell as you turn his head over his shoulder and me curly looked over between them within his panic could sense that it really was just a blind leap of faith that those desperate and despairing citizens were feeling coming and that there was no actual genuine logic of hope or if anything tangible that was behind with iridesperately tripping over and trying to be able to get to and whatever way that they could hope for.

With a little bit of new sense of perspective, he turned his eyes within his soft sleepiness of exhaustion as he began to raise his own gashed, exhausted, and burnt out black disoriented body and mind that was full of his own pain that felt as if it could have been white within its destruction and pulled him down within it at any moment to come up but still, did he raise himself up, one hand to trembling as it grazed over the side of the gash that was not his knees as he pressed and clenched his teeth together, clothes his eyes, and felt the pain and gripping up over around his skin as he did so as he felt a burning of the wound for him over beside his hands as he troubled the beside and his knee, and then, with his eyes morning as he accepted it, he began to raise himself up further until he raised both arms awkwardly out to swaying them in circle estate keep themself balanced, and then twisted his eyes abruptly and forever towards where he could see the way that that melancholic and desperate strange slightly differently wired disoriented fear of the badger, and yet still had he managed to be able to have found the courage to have fallen that disorientation, interested his eyes frantically over towards where he can now look towards where the badger had clambered his way up across several different bits of concrete from behind the building, and was now beginning to keep his hands good firmly above or beside his rooms. BoJack stopped for a mom and does he simply settled for pressing one trembling weekend beside the edge of the concrete of the cracked building, even as he thought it as soft wine as his eyes twisted up as he did so with his eyes popped as he twisted it said over towards the looming, and now blurred and disorienting building that was taking up against his eyes, he twisted his head up as he looked and saw the way that the cracks in the concrete, and the weight of the shell as it was beginning to press further onto the height of the building, was beginning to crack and depress himself further into such a way that it was clear that Bojack only had such a maker limited amount of time to hope that he would have been able to have made sense of his own situation in placement that he would have been able to make something of it before he would have been crashed, and more than likely destroyed along with it. His eyes popped out, he rolled up his shoulders as he twisted as expression abruptly back over beside where he could see the way that the badger, curled in as much as he was towards his own wretched brown clothes that swayed and pressed up over against his body, was slowly taking the trembling of his form and kneeling down over towards where it seemed like there was a particular large cluster of a collection of white concrete, barren and ruined and cracked up against itself that was now piled up and over towards the front of where it seemed like that in particular illuminated white light similar to where the other ones, although in a much more personal than richness bearing fashion, was beginning to glow and to clean up and to ease out over towards what was clearly his own invitation to begin to make himself with climb over and to be a part of it. His body kneel down in front of the concrete, his hands pressed up against his wretched rooms as he began to pull it further around his snow body, and his eyes flickering over against the side the illuminated why does it flooded against that soft curiosity of his vision, as he turned into twisted, and seemed as if he was looking it over as if within his own invisible calculation and of desire to make sense of it.

Within his impulsivity, he spoke out into a finite troubling tone as he began to use his hands away from the side of the way of the edge of the side of the cracked concrete of the building that he had leaned on to a moment before. He was tempted to call out to the bathroom in a way that would have been boyish, naive, finite, but there was some sort of strange unspoken sense of the requirement of some deep endurance, and one of what she knew that he was under the spell of what he was a part of that he would have to be able to follow into obey with deeply where he'd hope that he could be a part of it, and to not break that delicate spell of that of which it was.

He began to, although admittedly rather awkwardly, step his way over against the various different blasted down concrete that had made up what was last of the other previously stoic and if nostalgic building set had reflected over towards that rich life into that confliction and of lifetime of complexity that he had made within his initial life within Los Angeles; His arms were wretched out, swaying over in circles on multiple sides as he began to trip his way over towards one side of the plastic concrete and of its pollution as it was played and spat up over against the side of the space in front of him, hitching out his breath as he gave up solved mumbling words to himself to keep his own timid and uncertain disposition as best as he was able to, stepping over from one side of the blasted concrete in over towards the next which seemed as it never would have ended within its constant never-ending challenging a jarring pollution of that which surrounded him.

clearly, although his voice in his tone was rather silent to come up and although he was clearly full of that certain kind of understanding that he was meant to simply experience and to suffer, and a hope that any kind of answer that could have been married within the cows would have revealed itself eventually, he was letting himself off if only because of his clumsiness and uncertainty, because the badger slowly begin to turn his head away from working out been so delicately and so intently I've been studying over towards that singular sense of particularly right illuminated light that happened sweeping up over against his consideration a moment before.

His small biddy beady eyes licked a Barbie towards where he had been looking over at the entrance, not necessarily showing any signs that he would be climbing into it anytime soon, but showing all the consideration that he intended on doing something similar to it the second that he had courageousness, clarity, or whatever kind of trade it was that was holding him back from being able to climb into it. But his eyes turned away from it, in a way that almost seemed like he was fully in control within his psychological and spiritual peace even though it would have seemed like the last atmosphere in scenario end of the end of destruction of something especially within its disparagement that would have been expected. His eye is held it up away from the white light as he saw the way that the disoriented, disarrayed, and those played out black mane of BoJack was beginning to step over awkwardly from one side of the blasted concrete and over towards the next and turned in disgruntled clothes in a feet and legs and of otherwise, and the wide of his own purity of his desperation and of innocence and the wide expression that latched over against the cross as polishing features, and no doubt the black last of his bags underneath his eyelids continue to twist over with that large bulging desperation, to a surreal extent now from how much he held it, as he kept his eyes wide with a navigation of her towards the badger, the closest thing of what Bo Jackson certainty of his desperation could have possibly vote to have been able to have projected out over towards the badger, at least for the time being, and tuning to let out the small arrests of his breath of pain, every single tone showing off the softness of his voice, the gentleness and the tip of nature of the simplicity of his own true character, and the over-wanted complication of the sickness of what everything had turned him into now as his disarray and still body continue to step its way further over to where the badge or kneel down beside the illuminated white light.

The Badgers features seemed as if they were now tremoring, and whether it was with humor, some sort of lack of surprise, some sort of mania or panic or perhaps even peace or humor, it was impossible to be able to tell from bojacks and perspective for sure. He saw the way that the badger began to turn his head down as he re-adjusted his focus over beside his hand and honest fingertips that was classed up over beside his robe, and slowly did he begin to press his hands over towards his own legs ever underneath the extension of the brown because rooms as he would get to lift himself up, though his body was sickly and its hand is of the effort took him a large moment of a movement, his body cracked and swing up against himself as he looked at himself upright but did not necessarily turn his eyes away from BoJack, unless he had to try to be able to raise his own sympathetic a gentle, and simple nature of his own simple humanity that only caused to make the comp lication of the turning down world and of the cursed wretched turtle falling over into within itself, a death upon a death from the initial turtle but had been and now even the plan of being destroyed, that it caused BoJack to stop a couple of paces away of feed from him, with the deep melancholic of his own understanding dressing up over towards the lathering of the emotion of his eyes, the puffiness underneath his legs tracing underneath his expression as he stopped, and looked over towards The badger with a pitiful, but understanding, and utterly enduring inside, and if that reward of would seem like a deep spirituality of the genuine appreciation of the simplest comforts of virtues of human experience that could only be rewarded and experienced to truly believed and after what had been hours to weeks to months and a lifetime of nothing but the black stagnantce, and of being away from love.

"I need to come with you. I know that you must be aware and you're probably enjoined with the universe and what it desires, and I'm assuming that you're just as helpless and that you're just as a begging to be released towards the universe's maliciousness and its anger, it's disorientation in its punishment as much as anybody else that you could have known or lived with before. Please come let me join you. We don't have to understand, and we don't even have to feel like we're not alone with what we're doing. The only thing that we need is our physical bodies and the fact that we are blessed and granted with the ability to keep going forward even if it feels terrible. Please, for the sake of whatever it is that you're doing this and for whatever it is that you believe in, even still, let me try to be able to follow you."

"I came here to grieve, actually. I don't have much hope that there's going to be many much change for me or the sickness of what's been in my head, of how I've seen things for myself or for anyone else or for the way that things seemed as if it never it would have gone for this species eventually. It's much more than your own logging or the loss that your wife, you, your family, or even your children ever would have experienced. It is something that was always meant to be something so complex and so beyond the majority, especially the average cheapness of a headspace that it was meant to be experienced within this grieving black disorientation entirely on our own. I've been planning on being able to do that."

"And what is grieving going to do?" BoJack could almost feel the way that his voice comma somberly as much as it was already being spoken from the layer and the weight and the depth of what he already knew was waited against his tone in opposite is anyway, and could feel the way that it felt as if every single word that he spelled got into physical reality was instantly being taken over towards the gripping, snapping, and the whaling over and the twisting of that ongoing omniscensive overcoming seriality of the universe and of its energy, and the way that it seemed to be taken pretty much anything and whatever it wanted for the sake of being able to appease its own energy and of grief and of robbery North whatever it is that would have been able to justify whatever it needed, and however I needed, to be able to go forward with the other destruction or with any kind of enlightenment. "If you're just going to go out, and basically just give up, go down on your knees and just a whale out and accept the fact that you feel weak and terrible so that there's nothing left to do except it just to give up-"

"It's those that are arrogant and stupid, and that are still fighting as if they are ever meant to be anything other than whatever it is that that of which created them in the first place ever would have not been in control with with all of this despair, the bewilderment, the constant failure of the species to the point where it's impossible to even keep up with. It's those that are the ones that are truly defeated, even before there wisdom if they ever given at any to begin with could even understand or begin to recognize them, they were defeated from the start, possibly sends even before their physical birth. It's just about time that everything that made up that complication both from their own flaws and their for them in chemistry with existence to begin with finally caught up with them to the point where they were full of someone to live and despair that now they have no choice but to fall into it, since there's been no clearly no choice but to accept it."

"so what are you going to do? Just go out, go down, and allow the cosmos to just completely erect and ruin you within all of its own complexity just because you feel like that's just the way that it has to be? That can't seriously be the way do you think after you come so far, after even the universe itself after everything it's seen from humanity and of all it's in suffering has been through, that you would genuinely think that latching out your hand into the world and just allow yourself to become less than nothing is even to yourself, and that that would be the end result that you would have above everything else. You can't actually be serious."

"I've had nothing but time to think about it." His hands began to grow further beside the block of his rule of coming and he began to turn his hands further over beside the illuminated white as his small, stone body began to kneel down while he began to grapple his hands above towards the busted clustered concrete underneath it, keeping his hands troubled over against the awkward cluster of the crumble of the concrete as he began to climb his way on top of it, his meager food tripping up over against the brown of his room as he did so as he began to clam her over his search and curious signs over to the top of the white flickering light that was taking his curiosity as he stumbled his way over to it, and healthy was only about a couple of inches away from it to come up his body crawled in on his feet and his hands trembling above her beside the edge of the blasted concrete, and with his eyes turning up into his self and to curiosity as he turned looked derby towards the way that illuminated white light gently flew up over towards the front of his eyes, and both within would seem like a greeting, and at the same time some black stomach and lack of unknowing, that was taking up against him Foley as he twisted his head and turned and looked over it within his own question-But there is also a sovere knowing of acceptance there that there was a good chance that this would be it.

It seemed to be fairly clear and understood between the both of them that the badger would have preferred to up and left alone, not even so much as turning his eyes over to BoJack, and simply keeping his eyes turned firmly towards The illuminated light, and only flicked over the black beat of his eyes when he heard the way that BoJack gave another soft protest, which didn't even speak any word to it but it was just a simple hitch of his own attempt of pulling him back, and with a size fully drenched up within his software conscious rejection, his feed kicking and spilling a barbitoid several bits of chronic concrete as he stepped his way further towards the rest of the buildings and the last of it take the up against him as he could tell you to look over at him with his expression twisted into an almost pathetic somber begging, letting out a solid hitch of his protest as he reached at one hand aimlessly towards the badger, who paused as he then flashed his black eyes over towards BoJack's direction and that his body did not change within his position, nor did he see him as if there was even the slightest change in anything of what he was going to do or the conclusions of what he had made.

"You should go back with the others. Arrogantly try to be able to blast, fight, when in trade and sacrifice and fight and hope and daydream and even possibly enjoy, if you get even the slightest chance of the hope of being able to hump over enough to even enjoy to begin with. Really. Seems to be that it's the most energetic way that people like you at the fighting experience of you can go out."

"I feel like I was meant to be able to follow you. I meant to try to be able to go wherever to see you want to go."

"Why, did the universe tell you that? Give you some sort of specific sign, look at right at you with two specific intentional lies, indirectly tell you that this is where you were meant to go?"

There is a soft juggle that came from the badger who had already settled to begin to ease his body further perpet towards the illuminated blinding light in front of him. He began to raise his hands up against a soft of his rooms as he slowly began to raise himself up right into a standing position, his body beginning to trouble slightly from the weakness of what had to come along with his crawling over towards illuminated life, but did slowly begin to raise himself up into a standing position until, though trembling, he was firmly standing on front of the illuminated white light in front of his enterance. The chuckle began to fade as he had expressed it, and disintegrated over and into that ominous overall surreal feel that swallowed his laughs and the chuckle of his word. Bojack's body curled in as he gave a sign soft and weal enough now that only he was aware of it, not even the ominous universal pill taking it as his ears lowered while he looked over at the badger with a jarring and fighting but somber and timid, fight that lavished over the tension of his expression.

The badger waved his hands violently in Bojack's direction, the other hand mesisly and meargly keeping it gripped beside the brown curtain of tattered robes. "No one stopping you from going over there and being the samd arrogant idiot as everyone else and hoping something will come out of it and appease you. Go on. Go be the same naive and empty minded fool that thinks he'll get everything and survive just because he wants to and feels he can't live of should be buried under some deep melocholic tragedy if he doesn't. The universe itself knows that everything so faf was carried with that ridiculous energy until it couldn't take it anymore. Take, take your small meager effort, and see what logic it does for your kind this time. I'll be humble, and begging, and be on the other side. I suspect we're both going to end up in the same place anyway. Any living thing in our species can spend any time they'd like thinking their own personal form of sense of control is the best, but the weariness takes is all in the same way in the end. It always was what it was meant to be. I just took the more somber and wiser way to the same conclusion."

Bojack didn't move for a moment, standing meagerly between the blown slabs of concerte as he kept his begging, twisted and bitter eyes over to where the badger was now beginning to clamor his body over to the beaming white light that was now bursting with several different streaks of white light, and the badger seemed to allow a satisfying gleam that began to flood further into his beady black eyes as he reached out a hand to the front of the white void in front of him. The singular hand was trembling as a contorted twist began to contort across his features, reaching out as it began to drench itself over and into the flooding white light that was now beginning to flood around his hand.

Bojack swayed towards the beaver and in his direction; but he paused, his breath caught as he turned his head over his shoulder, and turned bitterly as he saw the rest of the citizens that were now beginning to form over to the white void in front of the chunk of the turtles shell, the throng of their own chaos coming across exactly as the beaver had called it; their arrogance and aggression going into a physical and emotional shallow violence against one another, shoving with a deep wretched throng against one another as they did so, only s handful of collected free that were standing under the bottom of the illuminated white light-three total, meagerly swaying their hands and their wretched exhausted bodies calling and eaving out to the crowd, stumbled and barely stood within their disoirntention as they tried to direct any sense of hope or organization through the space around the chunk of the turtles shell.

Bojack snapped his head back over to the badger, giving a breath of a somber reset, and rolled his shoulders while he readjusted as he made a few meager steps further forward and over to the badger. The badger flicked his eyes over to Bojack, but only for a moment; his eyes were as unapologetically tense towards the white light as expected as his hand pressed further into the illuminated drench of its own consumption and what seemed indeniable of what would be a devouring.

"Listen, if I go with you, I can promise that there will be a better chance that we can make it out from the other side of the cosmos out there and into something tangible."

"Why? Because you're the husband?" there was a low cackle from the badger, his eyes glinted to Bojack with a roll of his own disregard, and his arm now halfway through the white light as he turned, readjusting his body to allow his body to press further into its devouring.

"I know it sounds like something you don't want to hear. But you know who I am, what I've done, what I've impacted in the past. You don't have to believe in it. But what are the odds that you go out there, and something happens? That nothing happens? If you take me, you know you'll be taking something with you that the universe was known to not let go of."

"High opinion you have of yourself, that."

The badger began to hop himself further to the white light, until he ducked his head in and began to allow the forefront of his chest to be flooded over with the light that began to drench over him. His body was trembling with a severe sensation; whether it was dispaid, or some effect that the universe was now thrashing and paralyzing onto him, Bojack could not bring himself to care. He stepped his feet over the concerte, his hands swaying into the circles of his attempt of his timid balance, and he stopped only when he was under the build of the small gill of concrete that the badger had taken on himself to transfer over and into the blinding light taking in his body.

"I'm coming with you." Bojack looked over the badger wearily, but his hands scraped beside the rocks as he began to hoist and gripped himself onto one slab of half concerte, and over to the next. His eyes winced as he felt the gash on his skin and leg began to cut as if burned further across his already torn clothes and bled against his skin, but even with the burning across his palms and the wretched throb of the gash against the wound in his knee and leg, he still continued to scramble his body from one slab of concrete and over to the next square, until he lifted up his legs and awkwardly landed his stout body onto the one that lied where the badger was now half stepped into the illiminious light. Bojack was curled against the slab of concrete, but as he turned his eyes up with his meager puffed begging as pushed his stout body into an upright position, he heard where there was a sudden bloodied call that came over from the throng and heard of the chaos of the crowd behind him a moment before; it was such a sudden shirek of a wailing and desperation that BoJack's intense focus on the badger twisted over his shoulder as he turned, eyes lathered into defeated paranoia as he looked to where he could see that one of the citizens had been pushed into the illuminated white light.

The three of what has been stood in front of the crowd before were now taking back, their eyes turned violently over to where there had been one citizen that had stepped itself into the light fog that was now consuming their paralazed thrashing form of a body. The one who has spoken, a wretched and fluffed disgruntled tall brown thin starved bear, turned disoriented and bloodied eyes over to the crowd, who were now beginning to stumble and start their way back, pinned aggression at one another now place into a somber observation and stoic grieving shock as they saw the bear stumble into an undignified dispair at the occurance of the thrashing withering legs and arms of the body of who has been thrown into the illuminated white light. Red tears ached and traced by emotions latherrd down the ducks of black streams down his equally black, dispairing reddend and bloated buldgning veins of eyes.

"It will devour us! It's taken us-it won't have mercy for this planet. Go back, go back to your corners, now, there's no time left! We've already made it aware of us! Go back, now!"

The voice swept out and over through the crowd-multiple citizens were beginning to scramble their way to the forefront of the illiminious white enterance, despite the clear thrashing of the body of the one who has leaned to pull themselves in. The bear that had called out in a violate, trembling tone that had the depth of a dispair in it and of its full awareness began to lean his slender body downward and dtepped off the edge of the platform, the red in his eyes, the extent of the emotional dispair within them and the blaring red foreseeable even from Bojack's standpoint, and with a step down did his body begin to meld into the crowd thrashing with an erratic mania throng around him, though the bears warning was still distilled enough thst it was able to sweep through the crowd with a continued raise, projected and protruding out and succombing over the other panicked voices if only from dispair alone and the true call of his own demand from his tone.

The crowd kept Bojack's eyes, if only for how they were gripping, shoving, and their voices clamored into such a massive comapcity of their own dispair that it was clear they were succombing to a further madness despite the bears warning, and the truth depth of his own black dispair in his tone. He could see the enterance of the bear as he began to shove and thrash his way through the muddled crowd, which took Bojack's dispair and attention if only for the fact that there were so many aimless thrashing hands, shoved elbows, ripped clothes and desperate bleary and wailing words through the crowd that it almost took him into their disoirntention and dispair entirely for what it was alone; a deep capturing of what would become of the majority of the citizens and cultures, if things continued as the did, and would no doubt continue to do so under any circumstances of the blink of enterance of the few he would hope to get moving forward.

Without pause, he tripped as he began to rush his way over to the blinding white light that was succumbing around the badger. His head was tilted back, eyes turned to an unconcious white, and his emotion as isolated and as sickly black dispairing as could be feared or imagined to the extent that it was a sign of the worst possible outcome that Bojack could imagine.

His eyes slowly began to blink open, although he could feel nothing except for what seemed like that burning ain't got the blood inside of him and the stagnants of his body, which seemed to speak to him in and of itself that there was something that had occurred that hadn't had too much time passing, if there was anything to go by the fresh cake and the wound inside of his air and body.

His eyes began to blink frantically, as he slowly began to force his body up as best as he was able to, although he only instantly began to feel the way that he gave a quick cut of his breath while he began to feel the way that there is a shoot up against his arm with hand to such a significant degree that he only gave out a soft cry as his body began to fall back down and crash above her against the various different splintered wood that caught above against the curling back of his form. Instead, he settled for the blurry vision that came along with both the blood as well as the exhaustion in the disorientation, and some with somewhere within that chaos, the garage will sense of the understanding that slowly with an erratic and with the deep despondent sense of its own despair was graduate began to come back to morbid towards the true confirmation of the fact that he had no chance of anything of what I've been reaching for, and began to feel the full deep projection of that suffering now begin to flow up against him entirely within the wake as he began to feel the way that erective against him, with the deep and suffocated disorientation of despair that was now overcoming him like a black wave that came along with the idea that he had failed Eve come close to the only chance of what he had had to be able to project himself over to the transfer, and now, although his mind was too erratic within the disorientation with the yelling of the mouse, the screaming and the disorientation in the demand of her body out over through the window, and the despair that took of his eyes in front of him, and that it was impossible for him to have any kind of significant degree of hope or of any kind of sense of acceptance towards the fact of that he was now to exhausted even have the chance of getting himself anytime soon to catch the nail of the turtle.

"It's over here, I have an! You have to come, quickly, there's only so much time to take advantage, but we can! Make sure that you come, as quickly as you can, I can promise you that I have them down!"

He could see the blurriness that came along with nothing except for that foggy sky in front of him, and with the projection of the several different below now to end that stuff at home for you that was taking up against the loreness of the pain of his form as he began to only slightly feel the way that through the unnatural and the hitch of his own painful swallows and of breaths of things of dryness and the small swallow his throat, was the only someone to be getting to flick up over the bittersweetness of his eyes over towards the extension of the blurriness of the indifference of the fog in front of him and from the still he had concrete dust that must have been the left over from the grazing of the turtle as it had flown up against the front of the building.

"I'll make sure that I get him down. He's weak right now, he's showing very little signs if anything or of any kind of functionality of being able to get himself up anytime soon. I'll make sure to get him up, we can use him for what we need, I can promise you, this will be a good thing, just focus on being able to see it as such and I can promise you that we can get something out of it, all of us!"

Bojacks words were painfully got a barber towards his throat as he began to, although it felt as if it was the deepest ache just to be able to manage to lift up the dry muddled and the grime of the blood of his hands to lift it up from where it was grazed up aside the ground, and with the trembling of his palm gradually begin to reach up his hands depressive on the towards the 8th of his own bloated stomach which felt as if it had managed to be able to become particularly tense and uncomfortable from the profound amount of the implosion of the physicality from the way that he had been jammed down from the chair. His eyes were blinking, and sore, with the size of them seeming as black and as fuzzy as ever as, but the trembling of the raspiness of his throat is slow they turn his head over to the side, in and of itself making him win since he could hear the way that the splinter would was grazed a perfect against the back of the snack and over beside the disheveled of his main income and grabbing the park against his ears as he has Italian with a grime twisted his eyes and verb to wear he could see it through the black of his blinking and through the burning of his disparate eyes the way back to the same nose was now beginning to climb herself away from the side of the window from where she had gripped her hands up against a call and, and was twisting her body now down now, her eyes flickered over against him, and with her body grinding down it begins the side of the last of the splinter chair that was falling down up against her forearm begin to crawl herself down against it, and with her body bent down began to rush away abroad towards where she clearly thought about bojang was still as unconscious as possible.

he closed his eyes on instinct, and turned his head over to the side as he tried his best to make it as little known as possible towards her as she began to rush the fluttering of her feet over towards him within her quick paste extension of her focus and arrogance over to him, to try to make him see him as disabled and as little focus as much as possible up towards her form. He could hear the way that she began to let it her grinds, the twists of her hands of Barbara towards a several different splinters of wood that made of the previous desk, the way that she was turning up her eyes and the soft swear underneath her own secret life but she did so as it was clear that even within her own disparagement and the complication inside for devastation behind of what she knew what to make sense of or how to function with, that she was gradually trying to be able to make it so that she could get up the perfect entryway to do whatever she wanted with him. he could only keep his head turned above to the side, his expression firmly curled in as he did so as he felt that pain beginning to erratically swipe against him so much to the point that he could feel nothing but the authenticity of his limb state, and of his knowledge now at this point that he was at the mercy of her-with the aching of his body and the blood of his hands he knew that there was no possible way of how he could find any sense of functionality within himself now to even think of getting himself and to go out on his own, to trust over towards his own faith or perspective, both within mind and body feeling as if whatever little fire that he had within him have been taken out and was now left for him to try to be able to accept it to you impossibility of being able to have a new invention now.

"Quick. There we go. This is good." My voice was coming out into a low in a recipe tone issue gently begin to kneel down her body to sweep up against his form. He only began to feel the way that his expression scrunching eyes within himself by naturality of his in discomfort as he began to feel the way that her hands began to grace I don't need the bottom of his back. His expression on instinct instantly began to contortive within himself as he felt the way that his body, though he didn't mean to, begin to curl up within himself as he gave a deep hitch of his own breath and to swear of his lip, and for a moment it seems if the mouse had noticed as her hands pawned over from where she was planning to cradle him underneath the middle of his back and up against his stomach comment and could hear the way that her body began to lift up as it seemed as if she was 10 sleep observing him for a moment to look over towards the two detriment of whatever it is that he held over towards his tension. He could feel the way that there is a pause inside from of shock about what she would do, and what to expect, and what he would do when she gave him any kind of knowledge or focus of it, but then just as quickly begin to feel the way that even though it made him miserable, the way that her hands begin impressive against him as you begin to speak underneath her own frantic breath again just as quickly to lift him up, on one hand, feeling robbed from any kind of sense of a degree of any kind of freedom he could have had and on the other feeling too sickly and weak now to focus on his own body or to even want to, even if it would have given him the small likeliness of being able to find his own goal the freedom.

"If you're awake, I can promise you that there's something you can do at this point to try to be able to go after what you thought you wanted. Better for you to just stay on me, and to make it so that I can finally give you the closest thing to relief of what you're sad reality and if attempt would have been able to get. Promise."

Her hands begin to flick underneath his body, and he could feel the way that his expression, this time without any kind of shame now knowing that she seemed to be aware enough about what he was anyway, did nothing except to let out a soft scrunch any of his breath, with his hands trembling of over towards her and raised up against his stomach as she began to lift him away with a surprising amount of strength, no doubt brought on more soon by an ambition more than it was of anything else. slowly, he felt the way that although it was a little bit awkward compared to the weight of his body with her own small but ambitious form, he could feel the way that is still thought it was curled up aside her arm lifting him up from his back, and then the other onto his stomach as she forced him upward with a deep underground.

By now he didn't even bother to pretend like he wasn't conscious, his eyes blinking over through the black puffiness and the form of his vernability as his tooth poked out while he gave up a conflicted exhausted breath coming blinking within a frantic exhaust as he did so as he felt the way that he was lifted up over beside her palm. his ears real lower back as he looked over beside her within his soft frantic begging of his own expression, and she only slept her eyes over at him as if he was an object or a piece of meat to be able to be used, type ofity on the inside of her eyes as she looked him over before she left it another hitch as she turned her head down, and with another heave, one of which caused to let Bojack let out a painful breath as his on his body and as he felt the way that with his erraticism he was forced upright, she forested and hitched and left it him forward to come in and then come abruptly, began to grip her hands above against the side of his wrist, and her other arm against the middle of his back, as she with the heat of her arrogance indicated and it forced over with the side of her head for him to make his way over towards the nearby stairs, although his body and the wretched of his form made it clear that he could barely focus as he's dissued while he booked her would hurt that tentative, exhausted, and disoriented breath while his body swayed back and forth underneath the deep firmness of her intention of her arm.

"I'm not going to tell you anything. I'm not going to fight against you. I wouldn't-"

"Good" The mouse spoke with as much of a dismission of her own blunt disparagement and clear a sense of her own disorientation, trying to be able to have a projection over towards her own sense of her ambitious and edged of confidence control as much as she is able to. She snapped her eyes away from the side of the form of his body as he simply let out a trembling breath as is timid and scrutinized form of down, earsabout as tentatively and as destructively and it's exhaustively caught up within himself, I should begin to flick her hands above against a side of his palms and snapped her head firmly over to where there was the curl down steps up over towards a tentative of his foremost he gave up a soft, deep and breath I should begin to shove him forward. He could barely focus or even stand up considering the gash that was inside of his leg and he loved it and abrupted yell as he did so as his two arms played up against and waved up on either side, abruptly tripping up right as he almost staggered down to the ground before he probably caught himself and then let out another significant yell feeling the burning of the bloodied cake of his hands as he barely caught himself, and then eyes, bittersweet and pathetic and desperate, looked up against the front of him as he gave up a shake and breath and simply felt the way that is timid and wretched body crawled up within himself on his all fours for Mama does he looked up against the front of the blade and in different floor in front of him, eyes as sore as much as ever while he did so.

"what are you going to do to me once you get me down there and get your way? What are you hoping that it's going to see over what it's going to give you if you do manage to get everything that you want?"

The mouse begin to come up over behind Bojacks, and she raised out her foot as she kicked him significantly over towards where his rear was back behind her to kick up against it. He closed his eyes as he gave up another hitch of a Yelp, and then troubled his breath as he closed his eyes as he could feel that pain shooting up against his already aching body. he turned his eyes up when he began to hear more prominently now that same strength sensation of what he had felt when he had temporarily been passed down, and it's bitter sweet eyes flick it up as he turned while he looked at Barbara towards where he could see the way that, harrowingly and disturbingly enough, and if he wasn't so exhausted it disoriented fighting up against his own specific pinch of despair he would have been able to take it in better, the way that there was a gradual tent of what looked like something with made of what seemed like leathered or ripped flesh, or something to do with something that was ripped and splay to Barbara towards the wind with how it was ripped inventored up against its material, and seemed as if with that layer upon layer would seem like old aged leather skin, it was wrapped at Barbara towards would seem like some sort of pathetic attempt of an overarching balloon form of what seemed like the sentiment of an elephant, with its black guys contorted and as it seemed as it was punched up within itself, splitting up as easing a barbiturates the breeze and with what seemed like a harrowing lease a real sense and would seem like incredibly laced and connected it just barely connected leather of both equal skin that was latched up against it underneath the tall height of its form, displaying up barba towards the wind into such a way that it almost looked as if it was the certain kind of disgruntled a deathly and harrowingly and disturbing form for would have made of the twister of a little mother in front of it I was splayed up and twisted and was contorting a bird towards the end of the display of the height of the fog surrounding up against where it was being put up as almost as if it was a 10 that was higher than several different skyscraper buildings, of what it was looming and overlooking towards

"What the hell are you doing? The civilization, the people. What are you going to do with me about it?"

Although his throat was dry, and both his emotion as well as his body was full of so much disgruntled suffering to the point where it was an ache just to even think or to move, or to even feel as if there is any point of having a will at all, he managed to be able to speak all the raspy trembling of the word if only from some sort of shock of surprise and what it had stimulated out of him alone. He snapped his eyes, wide and desperate, over towards the side of where he could see blur early from where his vision was only just barely managing to collect itself from the way that the mouse woman was tilting her head up, overlooking of it towards that skin sack of that strange 10 to the form where it seemed as if although most of the layers of that various different yellow and brown grime and hue of the skin that was layered up against itself was slightly and occasionally slang out over towards a soft movement of someone entrance from the emptiness of where it seemed as if certain patches were not quite as intertwined as what as well as might have been intended, giving it an incredibly fluttered to tend to kind of look, it was still nonetheless clear that there was some sort of unclear intention, although it seemed as if it was high enough up, and that himself in the mouse were close enough away from the civilization of those that were probably more than likely still pulling the turtle playing at forward, and that they didn't have any time or significance for the time being of doing anything except for building towards where they were trying to be able to raise it up as best as they were able to and as high as they could within its disgruntled harming form and it barbiturates a skies quickly as they could.

"A celebration, incense. Trying to be able to appease the planet in the universe and if it's inherent relationship of what is admittedly far beyond any of our understandings and we're aware of that, so we're doing what we can and of how we can to try to be able to manipulate and project and to please the universe as best as we're able to to show it that, asbestos were able to prove anyway, that we're deserving of this one singular planet and if it's humanity to harvest as best as we're able to. They're showing the universe and its relationship with the planet, and there want of trying to be able to harvest it and take it within themselves as best as they're able to that they want to be able to have the piece of doing so without the universe intervening like the way that you so clearly must know by now that it has the tendency of being able to do so for as long as it things said it would have made it towards a further conclusion within its own species at it harbors and its energy is best as it would be able to lead it towards."

"But what is it? It looks like you killed something, what you got my kid considering the standard of what comes along with the average would be the last thing about would surprise me-"

His voice was coming up into an uneven trembling rasp, as you tell to his eyes up in the bitter sweetness of his own overwhelmed expression with this hands trembling up against the floor as he kept a stout body crawled in, troubled and turned up right as he did so as he saw the way that those multiple layers of skin were spite of him blowing upon through the breeze, seeming as if that they had killed off several different yellowed harrowed either leather or of skin, and it barely patched it together enough to just barely make the 10th that seems if it was a sentiment of an elephant to come up with nothing but black for eyes within the empty puppet of that of which made it up.

"It's a previous planet that our culture killed for the sake of trying to be able to leverage us and to keep us forward within our endurance, at least as best as much we would be able to manage for a time."

"You've done this before?" BoJack's voice hitched up over towards his surprise as he snapped his expression above her beside the mouse, his eyes are lathered as he licked his eyes up against her while he did so he looked up against the stout of her form. She seemed as if in her own way, although she clearly would not admitted to Bojack or did she have the interest of doing so, that she was surprised as much as he was over towards would seem like admittedly that disturbing extent if nothing except for leathered skin in a bone patched up against one another that was blowing a barba towards the breeze, seeming as if it was some sort of harrowing and grandiose grotesque way that they are trying to signify their fight and their ability for their humanity as they attempted to even have that attempt of calling out to begin with.

But she turned her eyes down rather than responding to BoJack's words, which admittedly sounded and was giving off just how truly weak he was within the interruptions of his words, the rest, and the other evenness of the way that he spoke of Barbara towards her. His eyes were only even more so helpless as his expression began to flick as he saw the way that she turned her body down up against her clothes, and then come up without another word begin to walk away rather firmly with a matter of fact of business as she smoked herself over beside his body. He gave up a small age, as he began to ride in his eyes while he saw the way that her body swept up against his body and up against no part of his back, and he was too weak, and frankly to desperate to have anyone to lean on even if it would have been an en emy that he allowed his body to slowly firmly be killed tilted up against him by the harshness of her arm coming and then, within abruption to raise of his body, turn his body upright as he did so as he a lot of a small breath as his arms wrapped up against a slender of her shoulders as she called herself down and raised him forward as she did so and indicated her I sharply above towards the side of the steps that was taking the both of his desirable in terms of emotion as well as he lived over with That deep a bulge of his own and certain eyes as he tried to collect himself, that we swallowed thickly as he tried as best to stumble his body against her embrace as best as he could manage, though he can stumbled up rather harrowingly beside her as he did so as he gave a soft feel dirty breath and twisted his eyes above towards the stairs.

"You didn't tell me that you were appointed and anointed by the universe to be an agent of the universe."

"What?" his words troubled as he snapped his eyes and his question of over beside the mouse, dripping his body forward as he did so as he began to willingly follow the harsh of her body and her air into such a way that spoke that it wasn't really much of a choice regardless, keeping his eyes twisted up against her within a burning in Cory as his bittersweet eyes flick dip against her while he began to follow her over towards the stack of the stairs. Her eyes seemed as if they are more taken and disturbed by the overpowering tent of the elephant that was swaying above towards the fog of the air and the sky in front of the more than she would have been able to let on but she turned her hand down, and rolled up her shoulders as she indicated her body firmly and further up against Bojack as she forced him forward, and begrudgingly even as his body was disoriented cut up and twisted within his exhaustion, he tripped over his feet as he began to follow her and tell his feet begin to aqua they stumble down the steps, nothing except for his body awkwardly gripping and leading on to the mouth almost to an awkward degree, but it seemed as if it was agreed between the two of them that he was now desperate enough to have anything that would have gotten over towards the place and the direction of where the turtle was enough that he was willing to latch on her and whatever way that he could get to come and not being able to walk on his own for the time being.

"I've seen it before, it's not very often, they're larger than life, about as tall as much as that elephant tend to that's up there if not even more so. They almost seemed as if something that you would think was a plan at similar to the way that the turtle is except it's clear that they have a certain kind of agency inside of them coming although there's a certain kind of psychological imagination that they have inside them, something that would speak of a certain kind of individual power that is not necessarily theirs and that they're not the individual or the person that they were before they were anointed by the universe, but nonetheless are still expected to be able to live as such, and to do the bidding of the universe rather than being able to live for themselves within is what it left of their bodies, of their energy, of their life that's inside of them. I could sense it within you the second that I saw you, I could sense the way that you were carrying yourself to such a degree that you have that happiness that comes along with having a knowledge of the complexity of the universe and of its overall intention if what it's trying to make, it's loneliness within its own failed creation and if it's constant strain of trying to be able to cure its own grief.I could only sense it because we've only had a couple of those entities that were anointed by the universe to show up a couple of times before within this culture, no doubt brought over here and either anointed by the energy of the universe in the first place to interact with the area surrounding us especially since we have already taken and have killed a several planets for the sake of cultivating our own humanity and keeping it striving as much as we are able to, and also no doubt just because the grief of that of which we're doing by killing off so much life and of cultures that could have had the chance of surviving on its own, or it not the chance that we were weak enough that we had to be able to kill them just to keep ourselves alive, and of course, we couldn't resist that temptation."

"Couldn't you?" There was a side of black edge of challenge to Bojack's tone as he flicked his eyes above towards the mouse as his body suede from one in the step in over towards the next while he kept his body painfully swayed up against her embrace. Although her energy was still one of his straightforward enemy of ambition it seemed as if she was slowly beginning to at the very least read him like he was started an ambassador of complexity the way that he could feel and knew that he was if only because of the overwhelming spirit in the neuroticism in his mind, or he desperately wish that there is nothing but that's straight four degree of trying to be able to find you, and if anything that had to do with the humanity and the supplements of it that it ever caused him to be so desperate on it to begin with, but he could feel that very disorientation of that of which the mouse spoke even as he wanted to deny it, could feel the exhaustion of caring such a complexity and if it's inherent intelligence within him whether he meant to or wanted to or not.

"I could sense it the second that I saw you, one of the reasons why I couldn't come after you at first was because I was assuming that you were some sort of agent of the universe, and I assume that you're coming to either kill me, to get me, or, perhaps, ask me to be a part of your service. It wasn't until I began to see the way that you're bouncing up onto your feed and desperate to be able to grip over that plan it up against you for the sake of trying to save over your own finite human understanding what I realized that there was nothing about you about was significant, and that I needed to try to be able to use whatever kind of human cultivation that you had that would have caused and protected you to be able to endure this long to begin with even though you should have been destroyed over from the black destruction cover from the fact that this culture is clearly turning up within itself no matter how much animals, people civilization or planets we desperately try to pull in."

"I don't even know what it is. I don't want it. I-I think that it was trying to invite me, a little bit a while ago, something about about what you spoke about an agent that was trying to be able to pull me over, tempt me, show me what I could achieve and what I could do if only I allowwd myself to have the faith and the strength to allow myself to move forward within the humbleness of that of what you was trying to give me. I don't know if you saw it, that massive elephant, although it wasn't really an elephant of it rather more so just a massive complex spirit of something that was far more insightful than a singular person, and I hated it, but I could sense the way that it was clearly trying to invite me to be a part of it to a degree. That it was, to an extent, forcing me or calling me in some way to be a part of it, and I could feel that calling, but of course I didn't want to. I mean, I felt it, I still do, I think it's projected itself inside of me, and it's something above me, something greater even than the way that I affected things before just trying to be able to it achieve my own selfish desires which ended up itself always felt so much more complicated than I wanted it to be, I didn't want to have to be pulled into it, I didn't want to know about it but it was like and it still is, not giving me a choice. I don't want any of it, I just want-"

His breath was coming out into a disoriented, and borderline and comprehensible deep breathing from the stress of that of which took his mouth. He continued to try to interrupt over towards his words as best as he was able to as his eyes bittersweet and it turned down within his exhaustion, and he could feel even just the thought over towards the complexity overcoming him even if he wanted to do everything to try to be able to reject it. The mouse turned her head over towards him coming and then gave him would seem like a layered pitiful expression as she continue to push him further down and over again steps. There was still that abrupt abrasive way of that of what she was pulling in forward and as his food tripped over against the stairs, and as his voice hitched up all he continued to rush his way down up over do the steps and on to the ground, he could only feel that increased wave of intimidation that was ever coming him in terms of what was up ahead, what he wanted to do about it, and if there was any sense of that f*** could be made of it at all, as he continued to make his way over towards the front of the door while he did so, keeping his eyes better sweet while he troubled it over beside the mouse, and kept her eyes bitter sweetly turned up over towards the door into what seemed like a deep melancholy of an internal knowing of the dread of that of which was very much possible ahead, and of the both of their knowing about what that would mean in terms of what they would have to do in terms of cradling it, though it meant something different for her and the civilization at large in terms of Bojack's own all too familiar individual weight that carried him in terms of having to move forward with it

"I'll take you down in over towards the part of the civilization that is projecting over the tend to begin with. That'll give you at least a little bit of time to clear your head enough so that you'll be able to communicate well with the civilization that you are fully giving up your own personal purpose so that we can use you for whatever it is that would be for the better of this planet."

"What?" His voice was abrasive, sharpened on edge, his eyes flooding above her with panic as his perked up as he gave the garba towards or sharply. Her arms had already begun to detach away from where she had been pulling him forward until it was clear that she could trust him to slink his way forward along with her if only because of his weakness, although his eyes flared up over within his heat as he looked over at her as she began to ease her hands up against the door, and she left her hands above her towards the original entrance that she looked over him with a pity as she indicated from to make his way back out of her towards the grimey fog of the buildings I was waiting with over towards they're involvement on the outside.

His expression twisted for a mom and does he looked over at her with an increase sense of his own despair, and for a moment especially within the violence of that of what she felt with the last but protection of wanted to be able to make sure that he could have a clear of his path in front of him as much as he was able to, he instead began to feel the way that is soft pause began to ease of prorjectoon towards that deep violent projection of what he wanted to give her. He could only feel the way that he paused as he looked at birth towards where she looked over at him with that pitbull look, and indicated her head above the side of her shoulder for him to follow her back out and over towards the purpose that she clearly was going to give him no significant chance of being able to try to dissuade from away. As his eyes flipped down over between where her hands was scripping up against the side of something that he had not realized within the blurriness of his disorientation from what he had come back over towards his consciousness, he allotted a small page of his own shock when he saw the way that you still had that gun firmly placed above towards the trembling gretchedness of her palm. Her eyes looked over at him with a pity as she saw the way that his expression was caught up over within his conflict of his deep disparagement for a moment, a black paralyzation of a wave in terms of what to do, and whether or not he should have run, but he could already Tell especially that with her sweeping her arms up over against the front of the door, and having him blocking the entrance way of the only place where he can make himself out, on top of the fact that he knew that he was too weak to try to be able to bust himself through one of the already incredibly sharded windows that were only going to wound him further where he to try to break into climb out of them again, and up and over to the stairs that would lead to know where except for a height that would kill him where he'd have jump off of it, that he had no choice except to try to be able to trust and to follow her.

his ears lowered back, and he looked over at her with a somber but it gradual sense of understanding and if it's even agreement as he looked over at her well his lips pressed together, and he gave a small grunt, and a curtain out of his head as he did so as he began to follow her tentatively out in over towards the front of the door of what she had opened up. There seemed to be a glimmer of what seemed like her own celebration of confidence that flooded up against her eyes when she saw that she had truly caught him to go along with her, and with his body crawled and inside himself tensely did he turn tentatively as he began to follow her from where she dumped her head out as she began to pull herself outside and out over towards the entrance. Her body began to unravel from where she had kept herself curled in over towards the last of the rags of her dress, which must have taken a particular hit from the cut over from the nails of the turtle when it swept over against the building, and with her body curled in she began to step her away out in overthrew the fog, BoJack intentively reaching out his hands as he pressed it up against adorable he began to slowly and tentatively followed her out and over towards their front of the entrance and out over towards the road in front of her while she did so. his eyes turned, and he looked over with that deep despondence of his own fear as he could feel the way that there was that marking of that site of the flow of the skin that had taken up against the elephant that was currently, of what she can now see one of the several different forms of the pikes that was dressed up with in the layer of that patched skin that seemed as fit with it It's stretching all the way up or towards the elephant that raised a ball over what the way to the sky, which seemed as if it was firmly being billed above between several bits of the buildings and over between the gray fog taking it against it, as he hesitantly begin to make his way outward, and his eyes were caught up over towards his disparagement of his own caution as he snapped his eyes abruptly above towards the sky, but then, knowing that for the time being he could hear nothing except for the distant sounds of it seem like as much smaller parties of the civilization of the people that were dressing up against the side of the projected of stretch skin against one another, that he's slowly, with his expression on edged intentative, begin to make its way over beside the woman as he followed her out towards where she was making her way out and over through the city street. She seemed as if she had a certain kind of air of authority to her now, a certain kind of confidence that he was going to follow her with what she had labeled him from being able to do so, and now that it was clear that Bojack was too psychologically and physically weak to have any confidence of being able to go forward with what he needed to do. His expression turned over towards her bittersweetly as he began to make his way out as he began to fear the way that the doors shut behind him, and his body jumped, as he began to hear the way that there is that significant large of vastness of it as a groan didn't closed itself behind him. His fingertips crawled up over the side his chest, his expression pounded as he looked at Barbara towards where you could see the way that the mouse was beginning to make a way confident lay down but never towards the direction of where he had initially ran away from to begin with. She turned her head over the side or shoulder as she indicated with him to follow her, and he looked over at her with a tentative desperation apparelization against his expression, and tentatively tripped over his feet as he gave up a reset of his breath as he began to follow her and over through the fogginess of the road while he tend to lay begin to follow her down the street.

His eyes twisted up, as he turned and looked over towards where he could see the way that that stretched out projected skin that was in front of the bittersweetness of his eyes was still looming up over against his features. His ear is lowered back, his eyes twisted up as he did so as he saw the way that it was only about a couple of feet away from where I was hanging up against him, and even closer towards the way that it had been nailed out and onto the ground and over between the buildings. As he began to feel the neuroticism that was in his head about whether or not he would succumb for the hip over towards the mouse's desires, he could only feel what seemed like a genuine coming and gradual form of his own set acceptance about what he would do going forward-he could feel the same kind of deep decision That was sweeping up against him and within his head space, gradually beginning to center itself although he knew that there is an unlikeliness now do you play that it would go well-but as his tentative and desperate eyes turned while he looked a perpet towards the deep insistence of the mouth as she turned her head over and indicated for him to follow, he knew that the only way that he could find any way of trying to be able to utilize with this physical and psychological suffering so far was first to accept it, and then to go along with the disparagement of the challenge in front of him as best as he was able to and the performance of what he was expected from, and, eventually, to go forward with his own plan, or else, a certain kind of end of death of that he would have rather preferred anyway.

"You're sure that this is what your people want? You think that this is the best thing that you could do with someone like me?" Surprisingly enough, the words were easier to com

"There's nothing you can give me. Not from the way I'm seeing it. Your legend is nothing but words and thoughts and whispers of an energy that I see nothing in in regards to any merit I could gain from it from the way things have no transpired."

He twisted his way further from the white fog that surrounded him, twisting his head in a direction of the several displays of wisps of fog surrounding him while he continued to ring his bell while sweeping through them.

"You can come back and latch into us, Bojack. You're little gift while we taken to us for what we need-you're only to be skin and rot and bone and despised by whatever little worth you have currently until you're so black in your air that there won't be anything left. Your mark in what you made and did before is reaching its end. It's time to release towards the illusion of control and let go."

One of the foxes were calling out over to Bojack, just as there was yet white fog that was grappled agains this rope while he contorted and twisted them against his body. His body was leaned forward in a bent and malicious fashion, his eyes narrowed as he swayed the rope further beside the white fog until the essences were displayed and taken into the side of his body. His eyes were narrow and displayed with a fired insistence, and Bojack only twisted his eyes away from the black narrative of the foxes word because of the crippling black it left in his own body, a chill sweeping over in it form the horror of the truth of it, were he to dare to believe it.

"But how do you know that?"

It does seem to be fairly clear to me that there is this huge black ominous devastation of an overall truth of the actual state of the sin of humanity and of what it is normalized and tolerates, versus the dense and the complete amount of the constantly beresive accepting superficiality and even invalidation and the wrong focuses of the majority and of their ability to only abuse those that might go against it, even as it makes them miserable and empty inside and against anything that could make what life worthwhile and as a result, and some losing their entire will to live anyway, a black difference between the despair of the purity of God or of whatever it is that created us, that only feels like despair because of the sheer amount of justice and of the purity and the softness that is within it, compared to the daily normalized insensitive sin in the struggle and the lifestyle of the majority of humanity OOOOO

Although he could barely feel the way that his body was stood up, he forced himself to stumble from one side and over towards the next as he tried his best to find his balance and whatever way that he could hope to come up with. He could briefly hear the way that there was a distant call that was coming out, and although he was still just barely managing to be able to stay focused and concentrate over and within his own focus of his erotic and space, devastation in the trembling of his body, he turned his eyes over towards the fog in front of him, breath caught up over towards his throat and his body parallel with what seemed like several of those white streaks that were hanging up over against the front of his own uncertain white and flick of his devastated eyes as he rushed himself over and across the shell of the turtle. Has his eyes turned over within their puffy faltering of their uncertainty of all these snapped up over towards the white fog surrounding him, with his hands played out over into a circle surrounding up over against his attempt of balance, the only thing that brought him outside of his general sense of his disorientation and eventually over towards the edge of the side of what was the turtles show and that sobbing in the calling that was coming out of her towards the other side of it was the sound of a particularly significantly thrash and a whale that was coming out over from the man that Bojack recognized as the beaver's voice. His voice was sobbing as it called at over towards the white space, sounding as if it was quite literally a plea that almost could have come from a child from the desperation of how it was protruding and calling out within its disorientation and desperation, nothing left, nothing except for empty hollow bone and of low tone and of thrashing and of easing of calling out into such a deep detriment of melancholy, and the way that it seemed to be almost instantly swallowed up over by the white fog that surrounded a barbitoids is devastation, and such a pathetic whaling hitch of a voice that it caused BoJack to cause slightly over the way that he was trembling up over against the curve of the shell, his ear is the word back as his eyes winced when he turned and heard the way that the boys can tootle much call, and squeal out over towards the end of the white fog or his voice was calling and latching out within the despair of his tone, completely at an end, caught up, and lost for everything of whatever could have given him coherency as his voice awailed above towards the space surrounding of his despair and devastation.

"Release me, you've taken enough. let me go a comment take me to some kind of clarity, just take me away, it doesn't matter anymore! You've seen the suffering that you've done and you've seen what you've taken from me, you've seen what's been had from those like me and there's nothing left to be able to take, truly down to every last core of anything that could exist you know how true this is, how earnest it is and you know to try to be able to release me, to give me the hope or the chance for it at least! Allow me to be able to be back and to be released, please, don't keep me here. You can feel it as well as I do, don't force me to stay here, not now. Take me over towards what was taken from me, take me back over towards whatever it is that made it so that this existence was nothing except for a desperate measly monkey headed fight, make it so that I can feel anything that would even somewhat agree or to recognize this deep despair and disorientation that is taken me, please, take me away from it to come in none of it has mattered now, I think anything that ever could have made anything worth living was taken from me a long time ago and there's nothing left but this deep despair and emptiness come and there's no end of sight to it, take away my despair, take it away quickly, now!"

BoJack size looked over towards the puffiness of his exhaustion, limping up over against the hard gash of his feet as he continued to hear the significant begging and the whaling that was coming up over from he recognized as the Beaver's voice. His body was curled in and he was on edge but he could recognize and feel that deep desperation of the sensitivity of the way that he was calling out, he would have been able to recognize it as easy as anything were there anything to go by from the way that he had felt that deep sensitivity inside of him from all the times of working alonged ached, had called, and have been desperate for you to feel leaf in the slightest son assembled into Philip every single crevice of the deep intimacy that came along with the profound desire longing, and of the specifications of his desire that only could have been fulfilled and could have been met over by you specifically into such a deep depth, that to not be given it would have felt like an early death exactly as to the way that he could hear the badger that was claiming and crying out over it against it in front of it now.

"Hey!" his voice cracked slightly as he tried as best to call it over towards the white fog and the breeze, but really more so was a sentiment out of incredibly long overpassing quick edge of would seem like a speed thrashing up against his main and beside the blariness of his eyes, as he continued decided step his way further forward over towards where he could hear the way that there is that wretched calling out from the badger that was gleaming up and kneeling down in front of the white lights around him, who now seems as if he had succumb to easing his body down and onto the ground, although the more that Bojack stepped over his feet and troubled out his voice with an attempt to trying to be able to call out towards him, as he used his hands up over beside the gas that was on his leg, and had his ears I kept lower down as he continued a trip over against the side of the shell, his eyes flicked as he narrowed his expression up, and he could see the way that, although distantly, he could see the way that the badger was crawled him over against the edge of the side of the turtles body, his body heaved a trembling and curling in as he did so, and it seemed as if he had paused over from the desperation of how he had called out, and it swallowed his words within his despair, now crumbling and turning up within himself, shoulders wrecked up over the side his body, sweeping up over and into his hands as he did so as it seemed as if he was trying to be able to reconcile some sort of deep and despair that was taking him now further and deeper, hands pressed up against his body and shoulders curled up against him, and although Bojack wanted to call out to him again he felt the way that his words launched over with the hesitancy and a better sweet softness of understanding for a moment as he faltered and looked over beside the wreckage of the form of his body as he crawled up over towards the edge of the white light, and it was clear that the badger was calling out into such a dead desperation, but that he had been chugged and cut off from the way that he had been calling out so deeply, savoring himself into nothing more than would seem like a deep melancholic wretched sod for a moment as he used himself over against the turtle shell, curling and jabbing up over within himself, as his words continue to launch over as he swept over between the black and the fog that was surrounding him both in terms of emotion as well as the pollution of its light surrounding the two of them.

He let her to smoke grunt within the attempt and with the sentiment of wanting to be able to call out to him, but his ears lowered back as eyes wide and does he just as quickly snapped his fearful expression upward as he gleeved his expression over towards where he could see the way that there was still yet those massive streaks and those white streaks that came along with those other animals that had existed before in the citizens, clearly revel now over into something that was nothing more than being forgotten over towards whatever kind of attempt that they had had, and disregarded into power to Barbara towards the universe in front of them, and his eyes twisted up as he turned his head over within his shock, his eyes flashing up right as he did so as he claimed his eyes up over towards the side of these sky in front of him, his eyes caught a barba towards a shock as he did so as he began to recognize over towards would seem like a particularly distilled a difference that was over between the white shrieks that were now taking the front of his eyes as he turned and looked up over towards the various different interruptions of them that was up and overthrew the white of the sky.

"I have found a deep home within my sense of melancholy and within my grief. Have accepted it and I've seen it entirely for what it is now, I don't dare to ever think for a moment myself arrogant enough to be able to have an identity outside of the placement of grief and its wellness of where I was put to come up or if anyone else like me. I see you now everything for what I am and for what I do and for what I have been placed to be and that there's no way to come out of it to come in It's simply the way that things were predestined, the way that they always will be, and I don't have the ability or the way to fight over against anything of what surrounds me or what I was made for, what I was specifically put into, I get it and I understand it now. But please come at the very least, and give me a little bit of decency, give me something, anything to be able to at the very least feel that with a sense of full acceptance, with respective. Let me fall over and succumb and do it entirely, but don't pull me back and forth between these two evils and expect me to just be able to be complacent or to comply with either! If I cannot at the very least have the joy of the deep love if that of which I need it then at the very least let me have the joy of falling fully into this grief in the emptiness, let me have that wisdom at the very least. Take me, rip me apart come and do what you want with me come and take what you will! I don't try to fight anymore, and I don't want anything else. I don't even want the ability to fight up against miser anymore comment take me-entirely."

The Badgers voice continue to let out the shrieking of the whaling of the way that he was calling out, his voice latched up and then trembling again as his voice was cut off with a sudden abrupt whale as he began to thrust his body back and word again, although it seemed as if he was calling out into such a severe disoriented desperation that it was quite literally being swallowed up by the anonymous pull up over against the way that he was latching out his tone of Barbara towards the space in front of him, only to cut off his voice with another cry, turned his head back inward, and begin just saw before we can decide of his body again as he did so, his body curled and launched a barber within himself within the devastation of his words as he did so all the while. It was clear that there was something to the way that he was calling out to that to an extent, had an understandable end of truth to it to some degree more than would have been been expected for someone that was so helplessly defeated Cummins so caught up and completely despairing above towards a placement of what he had been given, his words latched out into a trembling tone and seeming as if he was not even well enough even to speak his despair and any kind of count principle way of that of which would leave a genuine mark and yet still, that he continued to do it, his voice latched out, wretched over and swallowed him over within his cry, as his body twisted back downward again and cut off his tone before he could manage to cut himself off, swallowing thickly, and then turning his head as he twisted his body back down, and then his body latched up over and against the side of the edge of his chest again just as quickly after he swallowed it and choked up over towards the side of his words.

"Hey-" Bo Jackson's lower back as he snapped his eyes up barba towards the shriek of the sky in front of him, his eyes twisted up right as he did so, and his eyes looked over within a deep extension of his own shock as he cleaned his eyes over towards the various different shrieks that was coming above against his expression as he raised his expression up and looked over towards where he could see the way that there was several different shrieks that rather than being would seem like robbed wisps similar to the other animals and citizens that had been the side of the planet, there was now instead would seem like something of a handful of some sort of white light that was now beginning to expand and to thrash and to shoot itself in barber towards the end of the sky taking the rest of the energies that were now spanning up over against a road beside each other in Dover between the white light, there was a deep blue of Illuminati City that was taking what seemed like the handful of the several different shrieks alike that were taking them, and, something that was significant enough that it caused BoJack to significantly stop upon seeing it and recognizing the handful of the blue of the light that was over between the white wasps of the trail against the other side of the sky but, as you twisted his eyes of frantically and looked over between the extension of the sky taking over against his eyes as he saw the way that they shrieked and blasted up barbitored the sky, he saw the way that there was a handful of a blue cut through of the edge of the path of light and, and that detail was what stopped him entirely within his own tripping against a shell enough as he looked over within his frantic panic up against the front of his expression as he looked over the way they continued to shrink through the sky, it seemed as if several of them had would seem like an illuminated light that was clearly meant to represent some sort of body, movement, some sort of intertwination that was against each other of the bodies jelly swing and intertwining and interconnecting above African society of each other's bodies, sweating and would seem like intertwining into something that would have resembled the dance and the complexity and the intertwination of what made up a life together, every single one of those particular sweep over of those paths of light, every single one of which seemed like that it was into such an aluminosity and with such a specific blue entrance it from the left and right side into such a specific mark of a way and with those bodies that were flooding over with an illuminated light that was in between each space of it, that it was impossible to deny that it wasn't something that would have resembled what he would have assumed would have been one of the various different lives of what he had shared with you, and his daughters come in and looking at Barbara towards where he could see the way that there is that twist of the illuminated light of those bodies entertangling and intermingling against another aparva towards a streak of the path of light as it struck a barba towards the air in front of bojang signs, he paused, hands crypt up against his palms, and turned as he began to see the way that the white light in the path would begin to shriek over significantly beside the edge of the air taking over from the way that they are shrieking and blasting a barbiturates the extension of the space of it.

"Look!" He wasn't sure why he spoke at, and he certainly didn't feel as if he wanted the man's attention in any specific way, and with the amount of the wrecked stopping that was taking the man now it was clearly true that he was in no capacity to be able to acknowledge Bojack anyway. bojang serious Lord back as his breath caught up as he twisted his eyes and looked over frantically towards the badger, seeing the way that his shoulders were curled in as he continued to sob over against himself with his shoulders curled up against his body, his body twisted a permato towards the edge of the curve at the turtle shell as he did so as a sob seemed as if they're being wrecked over and mogged over by the white lights surrounding him currently entirely, and he was full of so much grief, hard honestly if that came along the extension of his pain that left no choice, that it was clear that he was no longer able to acknowledge protag now but simply kept his shoulders curled in, his voice swept and he's done and guided over within a lunch over a throbbing wreck of his tone, has he kept his body crawled in while his voice caught up and latched over towards the end of the space surrounding up over against the sobbing whale of his own and despair and of exhaustion that clearly had no patience for anything other than it's full fledged amount of its melancholy now, as a wrecked out, wretching, and is wretched as much as would have been expected from someone that had the caring of such a significantly deep disparagement of grief that It was so compelling, so deeply devoured over against itself, that it whailed out without even the slightest sense of bound or dignity as his voice can take away all out thrashed, and even mind over towards the white light that's surrounded above against his despair.

BoJack stepped his way further towards him against the curve of the shell, his hands grip firmly beside the gash that was on his hand as he did so as he kept hurting his eyes a barber towards the white light streaking up against the side of his eyes. His expression was puffed as he twisted his head up while he turned and looked over towards where there was the path of what must have been at least four different of those streaks that seemed as if they're more so a portrait of bodies dancing and illuminating against one another, rather than being those wisps of lives that have been stolen from themselves. His ears lower back as he looked over at them with the sound of blunt of his luminosity of his expression and continue to trip his way of bargains a side of the shell, and then felt the way that his breath hitched as he turn and began to twist his body quickly as best as he was able to over to where the badger continue to keep his strollers curled and come up his hands pressed up against the side of his face and his body wrecked as he kept his body thrushed in word while he's wailing grief continued to weep.

Although his tone was as undignified and as an effort bound as much as it came within the thrashing of his grief as he continued to call and hitched and wailed out within his exertion of his severe sense of lack of physicality or focus, and Bojack stepped his way ten of layover towards him, against the slick would seem like almost wet of the turtle shell that was against him, no doubt to some degree because of the myths that came along with those citizens that have been reduced to wisps that were now streaking against the sky, he kept tilting over his uncertain large eyes of questionability over between the streaks of the white lights take up against his expression, his eyes faltered as he looked over between where he could see the way that those dancing in our lives were now projecting a bar against the sky and were gradually lowering it easing themselves over on top of the badger who was still wailing up over with his body on the end of the shell.

He continued to shake his head to the left and to the right as his voice continue to compel and to wail out, but Bojack began a trip over his leg, wounded as he was, and there was almost a certain kind of compelling chilling beauty over towards the fact of that the badger, full grown and as wise as much as he had been, was now succumbing entirely over and within his grief and is such a way that he could no longer be bothered even amend it, or to pretend as if it wasn't coming to him within its full fledge possession of grief as it wailed and twisted over against the disposition of the wrecked of his body and of his form. Boat jack, swallowing thickly, tripped over against the side of the edge of the slick turtle shell as he continued a trip over against the side of his feet, his eyes wretched and watered and wet himself and feeling that on sickness of his own grief overcoming him, the overwhelming shock of being unknown about what the space was and of what it would lead to, if anything at all.

"Hey, look up!"

His word sounded impossibly maker and finite and timid compared to the way that there was that strange cosmic indifference of state that was surrounding up against the way that a desperately called out, his hands scrubbed over against the side of the edge of the gash on his leg and his body tripping over further beside the shell of the form of what was left of the turtle as he continued to trip his way as quickly as much as he was able to apart from the side the badger, whose body continued to keep curled in, and with his full extent of the thrash of his own despair take him over against within his deep melancholy of defeat as his voice continued a whale and to call out, and nothing but the hitch of the endlessness of his voice that came along with that severe sense of his own exhaustion defeat, the whaling over and the trembling of his deep extension of something that seemed otherworldly in terms of its true despair and the wreckage that was within it, so deep in such a beast inside of his throat that wouldn't even allow itself to not be expressed if there was anything to go by from the unwavering of how he spoke.

But when he heard Bojack, even though his voice was so timid and finite and meager compared to the way that he had called out and to the way that the universe was in general, it seemed as if, though he did not turn around to acknowledge Bojack that he was beginning to snap his head up and over towards where there was those several different streaks of light that were now beginning to take over his eyes, and he snapped his eyes up, twisting it forward as he did so, as you twisted his eyes are perfect towards where he could see there was the attraction of the light that was now beginning to take over against the front of his attention. He saw the clay, with a quick gob up against his throat as he did so as his shoulders can chewed a wreck as he crawled up over into but then himself within his dismemberment, his eyes twisting over him for a moment, or they must have, has he raised of his head over from beside his shoulders and twisted his eyes up over within the gleam of his own shock and eased his expression of right over towards where, even within yet still his unhinged direct stopping, he twisted his eyes with a frantic and desperation over towards where it seemed as if his whaling, boundless and doesn't violent almost as it was in terms of its despair, was now at least somewhat beginning to look up towards the question of his wreckage as he raised up his head over from the side of her his hands and pressed up over beside his face. He turned his head up, his shoulder is wrecked and his body cleaned upright, and for a moment did it seem as if his wailing ceased, and for a moment to his shoulders begin to stop wrecking for a moment, as he lifted his head a barber from the side of the edge of his palms, tilting his head up, turning as he looked over towards the edge of the street of the white line that was taken against his eyes while turned him over against the various different forms of the other white light, although it seemed as if those specific lives and of their dancing and aluminosity was overtaken against the side of the edge of the white light entirely, temporarily taking over within the dance of those complex bodies that was within them.

BoJack only gave us somber hitch of his own uncertainty enough his own and knowing butt, keeping his hands gripped up over beside his leg he let it a sautech as he tripped over his feet and continued to rush his way over and across the valley as best as he was able to, keeping his hands gripped up over against the gash of his own legacy barely managed to keep himself firmly focused forward but, still managed to at the very least rush himself forward towards the beaver as he continued to trip over beside him, and crop was hands beside his line, and let off the soft hitch of his breath that she tried to rush himself over behind the curl down before him of the body of the badger.

"Please answer me!" his voice was so wrecked with despair that it caused even BoJack to flinch upon hearing it, closing his eyes as he gave us soft edge of his breath upon hearing the way that it broke out to it seemed like almost an ugly clasp of a way that he spoke, but at the very least he didn't still speak, and BoJack could even see the way that he saw they began to raise himself up into a standing position, trusting his head up, hands raised up over his head and expression turned back, as his voice began to latch out and stunted apart against his breath as he turned his head forward his head twisted a barba towards the end of the side of the sky, had turned back as he continued to let out a croaking of a disorientation of a whale that was so desperate, and deep, that has allowed as a cried out, Bojack could hear the full extent of the brokenness of had cometh the badger having lost all previous sense of dignity, if he had ever really had any, lost over towards that beast of its demand of being able to grapple over into force in a twist him into whatever it wanted that was called grief. "take with me and do what you will, you've taken everything already that ever could have known me or have loved me or would have been able to ease this torment, take me, take me and whatever way that you need to, do it quickly, and do it now!'

His voice latched over as it seemed as if his despair was cutting him off and of itself if only from the intensity of it, and he continued to let out the deep thrash of the edge of his tone as he did so as his voice was small to birth towards the sky surrounding him as he called out. Bojack could hear the way that there was a slight moon to his voice, a disgruntled a grown that seemed as if it came out from within his desperation of grief and a guidance as he continued to keep his hands wrapped it over against the side of the sky, and twisted up, and voice latched out, as he spoke over with yet another whale of his twisted call as he spoke out again;

"Do what you will with me, please! You don't know the full extent of this kind of grief until you feel it on your own, you don't know how truly horrible and suffocating and how much it's the cause behind every single action every culture or every action that is ever made until you're the one that it's that is experiencing it on your own, you don't know about what it feels like, the deep black despair, the hopelessness, you have to let me go, now, you have to let me go or I'll do it on my own, and you and I both know what will come out of that if I do it on my own You understand me?"

There was no direct call or return over from the universe, but BoJack have desires turn at Barbara towards that illuminate and light and the twist over of body so is take him over against the skies he continued a trip his way and follow over tentatively the side the badger behind him against the side of the shell. He could hear the way that there seem to be a specific trembling that was now began to overcome the side of the white light taking up against his eyes, the way that his expression was contorted and twisted and turned up over towards the end of the streak of the white light that was taking up against the bittersweetness of the form of his eyes as he saw the way that that white light continued to twist over with the multiple lines within it as a grappled over within its aluminosity. He tripped over his feet as best as his gash in the leg inside from one allow him to within its wound, until he twisted his eyes forward, bulging and questioning, while I saw the way that the badger had now lifted itself firmly over from the end of the side of the slick edge of the shell of the turtle, and now began to raise it both of his arms, with his voice bellness and wretched and calling out come and desperate in detrimental, and tell it was ripped over and cut off but yet another saab again, and with his shoulders begin to wreck over against the side of the age of his body just as quickly as he did so, the way down and twisted or over by Theo to the desperate form of it as his hands troubled out over and beside the edge of the light taking him over towards the desperation of the form of the use of his hands and the guidance of his welcome desperately.

"There you are!Please, come to me! There's nothing left here now, there hasn't been anything left here for a long time and there never will be, it's all polluted, all gone now, anything pure or good or soft or worthwhile or decent is taken, there's nothing left now, you have to take me now, take him away of Barbara towards some black and comprehensibility, it doesn't matter now, just take me!"

There seemed as if there was a trembling now, one that was significant enough that it caused BoJack's eyes to widen as he stepped his way back as he felt the way that his voice kind of against his throat for Mom and does he stepped his way back and slipped up across the side of the turtle shell. His brother caught up, and his eyes twisted up right again as he looked over towards the streaks in the white light taking up against his eyes, and with his body crawled in with his hand snapped above against the lie to twisted as he looked over at it and saw the way that they continued to latch and a streak over against the side of themselves but there seemed as if there was a specific set in the trembling, a melancholy, the twist over what seemed like a sudden the rash over of the way that it was calling out within the grime if it's hollowing, is BoJack turn his eyes while he gleamed his expression over between where he could see the way that the streaks were significant within their claim, and snapping up Barbara towards the edge of the street white of the eternity of the light, and his eyes snapping over within his melancholy as he saw the way that they can toot a lot to her against a separation of the path taking him over against his eyes while he saw the way that it seemed as if the illuminosity of the white light was getting more arrogant, more triggered, especially with the way that the voice of the badger was continuously calling out, and is such a deep guide and sendeth wrong of a thrash human edge of its throat and into ages deep desperation, and then watched a barber towards an edge of the side of the choke of its throat again a sequel at his body back inward.

"Take it easy! Stop-" BoJack only felt the way that his voice cut off as he desperately tried to be able to speak to the badger, his ear is lowered back and his eyes twisted up within a contortion as he troubled his way further up over across the edge of the side of the turtle, but the badger only turned to said slightly above her against the side of his shoulder to even so much as acknowledge Bojack, and when he did, his face was traced to Barbara towards the illuminosity of the glowing white light that was tracing up over against a side of his profile, his eyes red, streaming down over kin's a side of his tears, expression troubled, and with the white illuminated light dressing above against his expression in his body twisted in caved and curled in, and body twisted up against himself with his arms grappled above against his body as he crawled up over within the form of his own erection grief so deep that Bojack could feel the other world they compelling exhaust of it that impossessed up over and inside of his shoulders. he turned his head back over towards a sign before he could even so much his acknowledge Bojack as he continued to trip his way up over towards him, uncertainty of the badger was even able to see him at all as his head began to turn back over towards the side of the sky again, and his voice latched out as his voice contorted and gave a b**** again as he called out, caught up over towards the edge of the lodge of his throat as he called out again desperately with his Lord's latching a barbiturates his words as his voice cut off with a shriek-

"You've driven me mad with everything that you've taken from me! Just be done with it, let me die with the one thing that ever would have been worthwhile to be able to live with, and then let me to be done with it, forever, please! I can't take it anymore!"

BoJack paused, and he turned as his eyes snapped over to where he could see the way that there was that white light that was now thrashing above against his eyes, and he twisted his head up as his fingertips good firmly above against the side of his palms, as he began to see the way that that white light now seemed as if it was turning itself diagonally over towards the side of the badger from the way that he had so desperately called his way out. The badger's voice was curled up against him with inside himself again, his sobbing coming out as his voice began to launch over as he began to turn his shoulders in world while he began to allow that boundless grief to begin to be executed a purgatory to the side of the tone of his voice again, and this time Bojack, seeing the way that the quick turn of the force of the illuminated light as well as a sudden dropping of the firm turn of it, twisted down and over towards the front of its direct focus of Barbara can see it to the side of the badger, the way that his shoulders were twisted and crawled up over and with the way that his voice was lodged over within his despair, his shoulders crawled in as his voice can take a lodge and he has had over against his trembling emptiness, and then, with a quick twist almost as if it had been a certain kind of beastly job of its own sudden shrewella focus over towards his direction, the job of the white light began to direct itself firmly up over against aside the beaver, job twisted and contorted as a big end it switch itself and aggravated itself within its devouring of her towards the hunger of the beaver, and twisting their bodies forward, gleamed snapped and seemed as if they are now going it directly over towards the side of the edge of the curve of his shoulders, twisting latching out, and with the body is no swelling up into it seemed like an even further sense of mania, so much to the point of that, even though Bojack did not speak the way the universe or what it was doing or what it was attempting to do, that with the thrashing over if the illumination of bodies the twist over of the energies and the contortion of their forms as it began a job done firmly of the heat on top of the beaver, and that they were now beginning to get into such a way that it was clear that there is a certain kind of threat behind it, as they began a job over within the increased illumination the twist of their bodies and turn it over towards that boundless a wreck of grief that was now still latching up like a boy almost now from the Beaver as he can do to keep his body twisted in contorted in word within his disparagement.

"Hey! Careful!" He tripped over his feet now as he began to reach out his hands to rush out over to the badger, his hands gripped up against his knee, his ears are back has he letted a hitch as he continued to try to rush his way across this like form of the shell as quickly as much as you would be able to, his words caught up, and his eyes flashing at Barbara towards very good see that diagonal was that came along with the energy of the illuminated light, as well as the twisted forms of the body while he kept his eyes twisted and contorted for it as he continued to rush his way up over the side the trembling wailing that came along with the badger that was looking up over towards the front of the Illinois twist of the light that was up against the side of his hands. As BoJack continue to trip over his feet, with his eyes just turned up over towards the side at the edge of the trampling of the beaver and with his eyes continuously twisted up or towards the end of the light, he could only take in the way that the bodies the were twisting above against the inside of the shrieks were now beginning to dagger themselves directly over against the side of the beat badger. But the badger began to let out another whale that seemed as if it was a welcome of grief as we then begin a twist his head of permato towards the light, eased his hands at over against the front of him as he let out a deep desperate deep exhortion of a contort of moon of his own grading and of welcome, turned his head back, opened up his arms, and with a twist of a desperation of a form of something that seemed as if it was borderline onto the edge of madness, dated about it a large exertion if it desperate call of greeting as he twisted his body up and saw the way that the illuminated forms of what seemed like twists of bodies, which BoJack can now say was in the same silhouette of the form of the badger himself and what seemed like something that would have made up a wife, from their kissing and intimacy and from that profound deep the depth of joy of that of which they shared within each other at the of satisfying their subtle and gentle ways of how they swept over into the cracks of one another and took care of another within every single subtle detail of softness and of gentleness and of ease of whatever was that was needed between each other, except now their bodies and legs, from their intimacy of those subtleties that seemed as if it made up everything is Bojack now knew it and recognized it for its truth in its entirety, devastating and relieving and shocking all at once, and the way that they are beginning twist over jam, and twist themselves down over to it would seem like a significant angle of a degree down a barbed towards for the badger kept his arms raised and twisted out over towards with his hands easing up into a deep welcome, or the attempt of it a barber towards where they're began to snap over towards a 90° angle of barber towards the edge of the side and where he kept his hands raised out for them to begin to join their way over and inside against the form of his body and his sickly and increasingly deeper sickness of what was now taking him.

"Stop! I can't do anything if I don't know what I'm supposed to do!" BoJack and do to try to desperately call it over towards the badger as quickly as he was able to, his voice caught a pervert towards his throat as he felt the way that his voice hitched up against his tone as he continued to call it over towards the bounder. The badger, this time, much to Bo Jackson actually took it upon himself to turn over as he twisted his eyes over towards where he could hear the way that emo attack was now beginning to call it over towards him with an it desperate exertion of his own attempt of calling out into preventing him from moving forward. BoJack series lowered back, his eyes twisted and turned as he began to rush his way above and beside the bench or, and the badger turned over towards him entire lake on them his hands began to use apart from the side the end of the rags of our freakin's aside of his body, and watched over his eyes as he twisted and looked up over towards BoJack as he did so his hands begin at twist and grapple up over beside the robes on his chest. And there was a fired light inside of him now, something that almost seemed as if it was something that was almost asserting kind of disarray of a shocked fight taking him now, as he turned and looked over to Bojack with what seem like that gleam of an unhinged troubling that was inside of his eyes, and his head turned entirely as he looked over to Bojack, red shrieks twisting down over against the side of the edge of the form of his cheeks, and his head twisted and latched up over towards Bojack as he did so as his lip turned and called up over beside him, and with his hand still raised up firmly up over towards that twist of that gradual spiraling of the white light that was now take you Barbara towards a twist it was form as it began a job and twisted over with a sharp and if it's dangle up over towards some, both bodies come out of which had been intertwined and entertained up against another before, now jabbing down significantly above towards the way that the badger was standing underneath them, and is Liv caught up as his lip troubled and he looked over towards Bojack almost as if within a pout, in his eyes snapped up over against him within a defiance, as he kept his body firmly rained up over towards the deep traveling at the illuminated light that was now picking a job over and firmly twist and grapple and project within a state form of an edge of arborvita towards the side of his body of where he was now firmly and entirely well king welcoming it over towards the trembling of the side of the edge of the claim of his hands while he did so.

'You don't know anything of what you want. You don't know how any of this works, about where it's going to lead to. You'll take me, abuse me, shove me and pull me aside and for what? You've done nothing except for continued to destroy and to stumble and destroy and direct and to stumble, you claim yourself lies but I haven't seen anything yet in quite some time that's been anything that's even remotely been able to lead to it, there's nothing that you can do or should do now to try to be able to prevent me. Don't you dare try to be able to take this from me! Is it coming up over towards the despair that takes me as the closest thing to relief that I'll ever be given. Don't you dare try to be able to change his path now because of your own bewilderment!"

His voice was so wretched with such melancholy, and with such a deep wretched sense of that grief that was layering up against his tone, that it caused BoJack to pause over towards the middle of the way that he was scrambling up over beside him, stopping for a moment as his voice caught before he could even so much his offer a protest, himself abruptly stopping with his ears lower back as he twisted and looked at Barbara beside the badger as he felt the way that there was a certain kind of compelling shock that overcame him in terms of the truth of the way that he actually spoke. The badger twisted his head back over towards the side at the edge of the increased twisting over of the various bodies and of the illumina twist that made up against the form of their bodies as they became a job over against him within their 90° angle, and he kept his eyes twisted over further beside the edge of the light that was now beginning to twist further over within its deep dropping of both bodies, which now we're clearly began to twist down into a way that seemed as if it had such a sharp edge of disposition demeanor and avenge to it that is bowtag turn of his eyes and stopped and looked over towards where both bodies, which had previously been so significantly an intimately intersected and generally focused and calmed up against one other moment before, we're now instead began to twist over the form of their bodies, contorting as they twisted as a job the way further above towards the side of the edge of the badger, twisting and latching themselves forward into it almost seemed like knives that came against their feet even as they were entertangled, and BoJack snap to set up as he twisted his eyes forward, and saw the way that it was clear now that there was something about their bodies that even though they have been entangled into a deep sense of settle intimacy that came along with every single profound and gentleness and of romanticism of fulfillment that could have been there before, there was now clearly a deep weaponization within them as their feet began a job up over towards the side of the edge of the turning head of the badger, as you twisted his head up, his words contorting out as he spoke, his voice contorted out within a deep exertion of his own desire, and his head twisted out, latched over and with would seem like a surreal sense of disorientation of madness that begins a twist over the form of his eyes, his head twisted back and turned up right as he did so, as he allowed that display of the wreckage of his expression, and the twist over the form of his voice to be in such a way that he was firmly allowing both of the bodies and the silhouettes and the form of the guidance of the light to know firmly twist over towards the side of the edge of the way that they were dropping out specifically aparts the badger and of his own direction.

"Don't take me with you at least! Give me a chance!" BoJack's voice latched out into a deep exertion of his own desperation, his voice caught up over against himself as he did so his voice latched out into a deep a temp of his protest. His hand trembled as he became to bring it up over beside the end of the side of his forehead, with his ears lowered, and his body twisted back as he looked over violent violently, and desperately above towards the side of the edge of the badger. He tripped over his feet as much as the wound of his leg would allow him to is he continued ease his away frantically up over towards the edge of the side of where the badger's hand was crawled out and over beside the edge of the illuminated light that was taking him until, with what seemed like several different more shrieks that came over from those same momentum of the bodies that were taking themselves, Bojack could see the way that with his body twisted in his body contorted and snapped upright, that there was a sudden twist of would seem like a significant marriage of several more that now begin to take up over against the form of where they were latching up over towards the side of the badger's body. The illuminated light began a twist over as it contorted and begin to thrash further up over against his body until suddenly, with a neuroticism that almost seem like hot boys coming together over within their disparagement and their focus of consideration that they all begin a job above her and intersected against the side of the badger all at once, until they began to succumb and devour it up over again Sia to the side of the badger's body within his disposition entirely, and with the sweep through have the end of the side of his body as he began to let her would seem like a wreckage judge of a whale did he begin a twist over against his form as his body crawled in, his body snapped as he began to glam up over within himself as his body began to twist over against the side of the edge of his chest, and installated same as if that grief that had taken him, unhinged and is desperate as much as it had been, and baking over within its full exertion of its own despair and was now instantly brought up over towards would seem like a deep whale of his own sense of his disorientation and dismemberment as his bind twisted up over against his body, it said twisted in word, as you begin to feel the way that the thrashing twisting, in the packing began to grapple up over against the inside of his disposition almost instantly, flooded and grimed into us stood up over against the side of it as he began to feel the way that the white light begin to contort as a twisted and begin to peck and contort over against him n-word within a deep exertion of its own dismembership as it did so, as I pecked and twisted and guided a bargain sickly and but the twist of the form of his body as he crawled in and let out a shriek-but, somewhere within that horrible disoriented noise that made up his body, did it also seem like there was some sort of deep thrush of a disgruntement of what seemed like his own sense of relief, even as there is a deep edge of his own disoriented whaling to it, That seemed as if it was full of nothing except for something that was of a deep oblig cry of Mercy, as he began to feel the way that the words left his lips, and the twist over in the job at the end of the illuminated forms of what had previously clearly been lives of himself with his own wife and of his intimacy with her will now being completely turned over as it began to devour up over towards his own form against itself within its entirety.

"Please take me, right into the center, please! Take me away with you, there's no reason for me to be here anymore, there hasn't been to come ever, not since you took away whatever it was it would have been able to stay with me. There you are, my love, just like that, stay with me comes to come me come and devour me! Do whatever it is that you need, I've already needed this, I can't do anything unless I'm succumb to this, I need to be released, please, take me."

BoJack turn his head over the side for shoulder as he was now blinded almost entirely from the way that all of those lives, and the intermingling with his wife and with the life of that footage they had had before which had clearly been incredibly rich compelling, and overtaken within its own right in terms of that deep depth comment was continue to twist as a job and contorted and twisted up over against the form of his body and up against a large nature of the side and for his own eyes were bulging is he looked over at the blinding shriek in the white light versus lay, his eyes throwed back as he did so as his body was curled in as he looked over towards the shrieks of a white light that came along with those lives that were now jabbing over and were clearly devouring ripping, and grappling over and taking up the badger for whatever it is that they would have liked, as a badger let out, with whatever little chance that he had left for expression, what seem like expressions of relief, and despair, pain, and at the same time a clear extension of his own deep sense of his own genuine sense of his own release as he had his body completely succumbed over entirely up over towards where those several different bodies and intertwination of what he had had with his wife began a job open grip and twist of over against the form at the end of the man's body, twisting and latching up over within him until there was nothing left except for what seemed like that white light in the grappling of those previous bodies, and with the bathroom self now fully succumbed into power to be over in between him within them, as he continued to let out the desperate edge of the huff of his own breath come in the guidance of his own tone, the lowering of his relief, and as he began to feel the way that they continue the job open twist, and seemed as if you're pecking up over away against whatever a little that he would have been able to have given.

There was now a significant and a notable trembling that can no longer be denied that was happening up over against the sky in front of Bojacks bulging wondering eyes as he twisted his expression and looked over between his fingertips, and he flooded an improvnage adult as he curled his body and word inside tripped over against his feet, and twisted his eyes up with a further excellent as he twisted his expression upright, and saw the way with a certain kind of disoriented blinding horror up against his eyes as he looked over between at the trembling of his fingertips that there was now and only deeper sense of it seemed like a significant and deniable sense of shaking and trembling now, that was now began to overcome over against the form of his eyes as he looked up over between his fingertips. As you twisted his expression forward and looked up over between where he could see the way that there is that strike so the claim of the white light that was taking up against his eyes that had previously been the citizens it seemed as if the devouring of the intertwination of That life of what the badger had shared with his wife was now began to take over the majority of the sky in front of him, and he quickly begin to take his hands away from the side of the edge of the space of his palms, his eyes wide and as he twisted his set up with a bleak edge of his own despair and disorientation, desperation for any kind of knowing as he paused and simply allowed other white light didn't if it's disorientation blind as I'd come over with the lives to begin to take over towards his own question of his ability of wonderful moment as he twisted and looked at Barbara towards the edge of the side of where it begin to become completely overpowering within its blindness and within its focus, and projection of its own light and of overwhelming power and if it's insistence, as a now flooded firm labor against a side of Botox ratchet eyes as he felt nothing but a firm exhausted defeat, a wonderment, and helplessness upon seeing the way that to the white light now began to span up over against the front of the bittersweet melancholy of his defeated vision.

He could still hear the way that there was that bittersweet thrashing that came along with the badger, and he twisted his head up over towards the side of his shoulder as he did so while he's heard the way that the voice was now being succumbed over towards would seem like a disgruntled amuse nothingness, as a thrash over of the intertwination of the dancing of both legs and bodies arms that have come along with his wife that had such a specific concentration of artistry that must have filled up and made of days of life weeks and moments simply sharing and of guiding up to get against one other within those precious settles of the way that they had known each other were latched over front to nothing but a deep devouring illuminated light as a thrashed over crypt and devoured up over beside the B for now. as Bo Jackson snapped his eyes one last time before beside where he could see the way that there was that white light now folded up or into a blonde exhaust, he pressed his hands up over beside his chest as he called himself in word and, with his body crawled up over towards a timidic salt of the question of his eyes, tripped over his feet as he tried to be able to look a barva towards the white light the with surrounding it begins the turtle shell, but, and the more that he tried to step his way forward to find any kind of sense of his own navigation, he quickly began to realize that that there was a deep sense of what seemed like unfaltering unwavering sense of it seemed like a new sense of control that was now beginning to overpower him. Rather than having any kind of sense of control over it he began to overruptly pause of over against a slick edge of the wet of the side of the turtle and if it shell, as he began to feel the way that his hands pressed up aside both of his sore eyes, letting out and fall to trembling hitch of a breath crumbling, girl in his body and word, and then quickly begin to feel the way that his body trembled as he fell down over into his knees, and allowed his body to firmly curl up over within his own devastation, hearing the way that the cackling over and the encouragement and the grief and the increased encouragement that came along with the badger continued, as there was still that white light that was thrashing over groping up grappling and taking over against him for everything of that of what she was, and Bojack kept firmly inward as he did so as his body trumbled and curled in while he could only feel himself at coming over towards the desperation of the defeat of upon hearing the badger as his words spoke out within the maddening thrash of his focus into such a way, that it seemed as if it was chilling enough to keep Bojack from even being able to so much as to find the ability to be able to move, or to have the will to be able to do so.

He loaded another breath as he felt the way that his timid body was abruptly pushed and contorted forward, his body twisted and curled up over and against himself as he did so as he felt the way that he was rocked aboard against the side of the edge of the turtle shell surrounding him, and his body curled in, his breath caught up into a troubled end of her breath, and his body turned and hitched forward enough right as he did so as he began to feel the way that he was abruptly beginning to would seem like be contorted up over or twisted or showed for it against the side of the edge of the turtle shell, and his eyes snapped apart from between the blinking of his hands as he began to feel the way that he was forced and could feel the way that the turtle and the panel of its shells now seemed as if it was being rocked over with a certain kind of force of its weight. through the middle of his fingertips, he blinked over melancholically as he twisted and looked over towards where there was the last of those interconnected lives that had begun to shot down at a 90° angle and interest itself up over the side the thrashing delirious badger. Has his eyes flecked over with the wind says he looked over beside the trembling of his palms he could see the way that there was a twisting over would seem like a gradual void of empty light that was now beginning to take up over beside the badger, fluttering flicking and easing and twisting down right until, as the bodies begin to disorient, was left with nothing except for what seemed like empty clothes, I've watched the badger seemed as if it's body in the disposition of his form was gradually began to twist as it lower down over within it's emptiness, leaving nothing except for would seem to get steaming hot of what seemed like a molded edge of its white smoke, and slowly, with the robes begin to launch over as a twisted itself away from where it had been eased up over beside the baddest form a moment before, and with nothing but that mug of emptiness on it now, they robe begin to twist and knees up against itself within the complete nothingness, then tell with the small whisper didn't latch as it began to fall over, and crawled itself with its fabric and then twisted itself firmly for over against the edge of the ground, and with the sweep and a whisper curled itself up over and onto the ground.

It was only the strange air that came along with Botox seeing at that caused his eyes to gradually separate over from his palms, although his expression was just as wide and balanced and of wondering as he let it a small troubled breath as he slowly begin to use his hands away from the side of his eyes. he could still feel the way that a small timid body was so clear that being shoved up over the side the shell which seemed as if he was being affected by some force but slowly, did he give up a soft sum or breath as he twisted his eyes with a self-contortion as he began to press his hands up over the side his chest, and turned with his eyes bittersweet and questioning as he gleamed his expression over and saw the way that there was a fog of black of which the several different intertwinations of the silhouettes of the several lives of what had existed with the badger's wife and began to twist over as a curled and seemed as if it was dancing and amusing itself over around the black light of that of which I've been left over from the batter and of the desperation and of the whaling and of the exertion of his grief as he as he had spoken out. BoJack says somberly twisted as he looked over between where he could see the way that the silhouettes of the bodies, of which there was enough that it was impossible to be able to keep track of all of them begin to twist over within the guidance of the form of their focuses on one another, those same silhouette of the badger being reduced to nothing more than would seem like a small illuminated white light, reaching out its hands as a guided up over and twisted the side of the exertion of the silhouette of the nature of his wife as he did so, he reached out her hand collectively as she did much the same, guiding and twisting and keeping her hands crept up against him as she did so, into a way that seemed of a sentiment of that deep bondage of that of which they had had previously, even though it was clear that there was nothing except for what seemed like a deep bondage of their own grief, and if they're understanding of what they are now sharing in collectively with one another, although whether they are only being used as some sort of meat tool at the universe and was only seeming as if they were their own person, or if they're on psychological state or if anything at all, BoJack not tell as he blink decides a bar between the space of his fingertips, and turn his eyes upright further as he began to keep his hands up over against his chest, and saw the way that their hands began to grapple over and it would seem like a twist as a gently against up over against the phone, and as they gently begin to use their hands away from one another while they did so, and then, with a twist over and with a soft agreement of the edge of the sides of their hands grumpling over away from the side of the edge of their interaction of both palms as it seemed as if they were celebrating or the fairleast acknowledging that these smog and the successful twist over against the man and the badger, did they begin to separate, and began to dissolve a birth towards the other layers in the twists and then the and the illuminations and the forms of the other lives are intersecting as a guided up against one other comment and begin to latch themselves a pervito towards the edge of the side of the the various space of the fog of the blue light before they are transpass and had been exhorted down to be able to respond over towards the Badgers called out whaling desperation to begin with, of whose body was now firmly used up and thrashed up orbit towards the end of the ground, with nothing but a dissuade black song, which had clearly now been used for all of what it was worth, as it was taken over towards nothing but the emptiness and that was released a barber towards at 70 brink of despair now as the following generally locked up over into it seemed like a gradual nothingness, although that very same black deep fog of melancholic grief was now beginning to be twisted and devoured, and caught up over towards the others that were beginning to settle and to take it with them, the other lives of the illuminated see-through light of both the badger as well as his wife seeming as if they're taking up the black fog of what had been the desperate last and misery of the badger as he had called out, and we're now grappling taking, and twisting over against the form of its body into such a way that it was now firmly being taken up for everything of what they wanted with and it's emptiness, and it was only that sense of what seem like that odd graceful compelling consent that was between the strange leftover used lives of the badger, even though they should have not existed anymore, as far as BoJack was aware of, and the twist of the forms of the several different lives over now using them that was the only thing that gone spodact to raise his hands away from his eyes, twist his head up, and hands crawls up over beside his chest as he turned, desperately and some really, and his eyes snapped up as he saw the way that slowly, both the lives the illumination of their intimacy as well as the black begin to use a barber towards would seem like the garage will flickering of the accepting of the illuminated light that was now beginning to devour and to take both the energy of the grieving and the desperate man and of his own unfiltered manus, and now, eventually, they intersection of what seemed like the lives are now seemed as if they're physically taking that deep grief of melancholy of the badger.

BoJack blinked frantically as he slowly begin to force himself up from where he and nailed himself down a bond to the ground within his fear. Keep playing to with a frantic exertion, shock, has he slowly began to tremble while his voice was trembling and lodged up over against his throat as he slow they began to raise his body upright, even as his body was twisted, even as he flinched in as his eyes were contorted, as he gradually began to raise himself up from the side of the ground. His gashed leg barely couldn't manage to stand but he stumbled from one side and then over to the next, and then turn his head over against the side of his shoulder as he looked over within an exhausted flick of his expression, interested his eyes over has he saw the way that there was several different forms of light that were now beginning to become that submerged again and that we're beginning to become clear, as the blinding faltering light that had come along with the several lives and the layers of the forms of the badger as well as his wife seemed as if they were finally beginning to devour up over towards what they had taken and devoured with them to begin with that had caused them to have even destroyed and to take over his desperate wishes to begin with.

He rolled up his shoulders, and his head twisted up over to the side as his eyes cleaned melancholically up over towards the side of the edge of the white light taking up against his eyes, and his eyes twisted over within his bitter sweetness as he did so, as he began to see the way That the particularly obnoxious blinding white light was now beginning to dissipate dissipate, although he could still feel that deep sense of that compelling chilling nature that could only come from two people that love each other as much as he would have been able to recognize romantic love and of companionship like the back of his hand at this point. His eyes were on edge, melancholic and winding as he turn his head up and looked over towards where he could begin to see the way that it was beginning to fade now, both the illumination of the intimacy of how both the wife and the badger had interconnected and had loved and had been intimate against one another, as the body began to fate above against another and through the path of the white light of the illuminosity in front of him, and in its place come it seemed what was almost the default of what was surrounding up over against everything else otherwise, which was the gradual streak of the white light that was now beginning to make up the gradual much more slow-moving whisps that was taking up against Bojack signs as he twisted and looked at barbatore and said, and his eyes twisted upright does he gleamed and saw the way that to the white light continue to twist apart against the form of the side of his eyes, the way that there was that compelling of what seemed like the gradual forms of would seem like their aimless direction of the wisps of that of which had taken them as he saw the way that they were still moving over across the sky the same way that they had been before, and it seemed as if they are floating rather aimlessly, endlessly, over with him would seem like they're never-ending grief of that of which took them as they continue to span over their bodies over and across the end of the sky taking it off against the form of their light well they continue to twist themselves up over towards the edge of the sky taking it over towards their searching-although it seemed as if, as Bojack slowly begin to ease his hands away over from the side of the edge of his body while I twisted his expression upright with a soft hitch, that as he turned his head up and looked over at them, he could see that they clearly had no specific direction, and compared to the deep intensity, the knowledge of their own selves and of their energy and of their life and of their disposition of that of which had taken them before, compared to the romantic couple and the life of what they had within them he began to realize that the wisps of the previous citizens of the now destroyed turtle culture were and more ways than one, quite literally less than human, or at the very they seem as if they had lost any kind of sense of genuine agency of whatever it was that they had before.

he closed the sore of his eyes, and his ears lowered back as he tried as best to blink out the blindness as well as the exhaust in the disorientation then taking him previously. With a deep pound up over again society of his eyes he began to turn his expression bitter sweetly of over towards where you could see the way that there is nothing but the cloak and the burning fog and the black of that of which had taken up the badge or when he had called out, and a desperately even pegged and had teased in the guided up for the rest to come over and to be able to peg up over towards them into whatever way that they would have wanted, and exactly to the way that he had banged it seems as if he had got in his exact desire. BoJack, turning his eyes with the sound bittersweetness up over towards the end of the side of where he could see the way that the ripped up robe at the badger who was all that was left, began to ease his body with the tripping over his feet as he began to lower his ears while he began to make his way up over towards or he could see nothing except for that disgruntled room, the twist over in the black sleigh of the form of the body that was firmly melted up and twisted and collapsed of Barbara towards the end of the ground.

He turned his eyes cautiously up over towards the sky in front of him, and slowly with his body tensed and trembling did he began to nail himself down above a torrents what was nothing except for the ripped up tab or tattered robe, and of the black fog that came from the edge of the neck that he used its eyes up over the side Botox question as he wants to come and tilted his head as he turned and looked it up and over into the side. he felt a certain kind of strange invasion overcoming him as he did so but, he twisted out his hands as he gave us soft contortion of her breath and so they began to thread his hands a barbecue into the side of the edge of the fog of the clothes, and raised his hands up against it as he did so as he looked over it, and began to ease his body back as he began to feel the way that there is that soft strange surreal tattering that came along with the black fog twisting a barf against a side of his eyes as eased his body back, his eyes flickering as he turned as he looked over towards it within his inspection, as he felt the way that there was what almost felt like that universal cosmic feel to it as his hands pressed up over the side the tattering of its clothes, and of the leftover fog that made of the air of the disposition of the badger and of his wailing and what seemed like his endless grief as he had called out, Bojack sighs flickering up over again stupid the song branch of a breath as he did so as he looked over besided and allowed his hands depressive over against the edge of the fog taking up against his eyes as he looked it over, letting out a sump somber thrill of a breath that he did so as he felt the way that his hands pressed up over beside the fabric that was up against his palms as he did so as he twisted as he looked it over, and felt the way that with the soft somber breath is equally and his eyes up over against it, That there was a soft edge of it seem like the last hollow whaling that came along within the badger, and whatever kind of deep melancholy of grief that he had carried, as there was a general collapse in, and then a turning back of its energy up against Bojack's hands, as he kept his eyes flicked into twisted up against it, hands pressing it firmly beside the edge of the edge of its cloth, and felt the way that that energy and the grief of what the badger had carried now seems as if it was collapsing over him within itself entirely up against the side of Bojack's trembling palm upon feeling it.

He turned his eyes up, into a blinking melancholic question as he looked up over towards where there was no longer any sign neither of the badger's wife, nor of the intersection of that deep sum or compelling energy and of that love than what they had shared, nor of the reconciliation of their gentleness within one another. Has he twisted his eyes up and still they began to raise himself up from the ground, he sound really twisted his eyes forward as he began to raise his hands further up over beside the cloak as he began to feel the lass of the bird down whisper and the contortion of the wailing began to fall back over him within itself, the steaming heat falling back over against the side at the end of Botox palms as it began to twist over and collapsed up over towards the side of the edge of his palms with it would seem like a last and giving out of his hands, and he let it sum or breath as he looked over towards the way that he could feel how it was firmly limp now over towards his palms as he looked it over.

His hands good further begins aside at the edge of it, and pressing it over beside the edge of his chest, he looked over melancholically, as he claimed his eyes above her to where he could see the way that there was nothing except for what seemed like those now aimless and empty wisps, almost seeming as if they were all of the grief and the emptiness that the badger had possessed, but no longer having the agency within them to even know who they were or to even have enough clarity to know how to beg to be able to be released from their mercy.

There was a loud crash, and then a grown, as if something had fallen in with itself- BoJack gave a soft hitch as he twisted his head back and turned abruptly, dripping over his feet as he did so as he gave us soft edge of his own breath and looked over towards where he could see the way that through the bittersweetness of the light white light that was taken barbed towards a soft bittersweetness of his eyes, he could see the way that there seemed as if there was a last structure of the turtle that was now firmly and officially collapsing over in within itself from the last of whatever it was whether spiritually or physically that had managed to be able to keep it fighting a moment before. Collapsing up over against within its structure both in terms of shell and of bone it began a collapse within what seemed like a deep exertion of an edge of a groan, and then, with an even deeper sense of compulsion if it's structure began to contort and fall over within itself, began to release itself with what Bojack adhere was the clear structure of the shattering of several different shell of bone and of the structure of the turtle and of whatever kind of less sense of what it had been used within its undignified puppet empty hood for the sake of justifying its slavery, and for its existence in general by the universe is standards, and then, with a soft edge of the collapsing of the crack of the shell, as well as the ground of the turnover of the end of the body, collapsed over against him within itself in its entirety, and tell there was nothing left, not even the structure of whatever was of the last of whatever it was underneath that shell that it be keeping the turtle together or of its planet hood, as Bojack began to see the last of what same with the shackles of both the bone, skin, as well as the falling over of several different panels that now contorted impressed and collapsed over within itself in its entirety of its structure, with nothing except for it seem like the illuminosity of silhouettes that fell over him but then itself as it collapsed over entirely and over towards the white space until there was nothing left but the last of the clattering of it against itself within the shell and bone if it's body.

He twisted his eyes now, mercifully, as he kept his hands cripped over against the side at the end of the robe in front of him, giving up a soft thrill of a contorted breath as he did so as his hands troubled up over against the side of the edge of the robe in front of him as his hands classed over against it while he loaded a soft trembling exerted breath as he looked over towards the deep collapsed wailing that made up against its body, which seemed as if it was an energy of the previous form of that of which the badger had carried. He swallowed, and turned his eyes back over towards where he could see those wisps, and twisting his eyes above towards where he could begin to only somewhat see the way that the white light was beginning to slowly begin to ease itself over into a release, did he twist his eyes bitter sweetly as he began to walk his way above towards what must have been the closest thing to the edge of the side of the turtle shell as much as he could have hoped to have been able to have looked for. With his hands crept firm lamp over against the side at the edge of the room, and with his eyes twisting into a better sweet and edges melancholy he began to trip his way of purgatory it's the side his feet as he began to make his way above towards the side of the curve of the shell exactly towards where the badge had been, wailing out within all of his desperation and of his melancholy and of his deep grief from the way that he had before with whatever kind of energy he could have had left- as BoJack especially carrying over the last of the black light of that of which had made of the badger, began to walk his way up over towards the edge of the illumination of the following that made of the side of the edge of the shell, his ear is lowered back as he felt the way that his eyes leaned up over towards the side of the edge of the empty cosmic space take him over against a side of his expression, the lowering in the tension of his expression and the twist over of his eyes as he looked over towards the sweep over of his expression while his eyes glided up over towards where he could now see what the badger had seen, perhaps not had felt, but he knew that romantic love was exactly what it was, and that went down remarkable and done right, that it was a certain kind of compelling force that he could feel in his own way that was a shadow of the sentiment of what the badger had felt, or what any person or living thing that ever would have experienced the sentiment of it would have felt in their own compelling way, the same within its power come and no doubt, regardless of whatever else may have been true about the specifics of it.

As his eyes, why did melancholic himself and with his already disarrayed Maine beginning display further against the wind surrounding up against him of that cosmic breeze surrounding it against him within its endlessness turned up over towards the edge of the space in front of him, his eyes twisted and contorted over as he began to look over towards the end of the space twisting of over towards the deep melancholy of the question of his eyes while he looked up over in front of him. He could see several different flicks of what seem like to suggest either an entire different planet, several of them seeming as if they were suggested to be animals if there was anything to go by their profiles, the fur, the noses the ears and of everything else about their arms and bodies that were now quite literally floating up over towards an endless black cosmic space, the several different layers of interconnected walls and if the lights and if the lights that were inside of them that were easing up against one another within the various different walls that took up against them that made of the sections in the cultures within cultures that was twisted invented a barbitored the end of the side of the light of every single one that seemed as if it was compacted into one complexity of the possibility of a culture, the making of it, and one of over towards the next, compacted and condensed up against one other significantly, endlessly thrown to begins another into it seemed like an endless almost would seem like too hard possibility to be able to come to cope with-too hard for Bojack because, as you turn and looked over towards the edge of the side of the turtles slick shell, especially as he began to hear what seemed like a particularly melancholic but beautiful wailing that now began to ease itself over can society the edge of the space that took over as a gently called out and projected over within itself disoriented light above towards the air, Bojack could feel a compelling chill that overcame over upon hearing and, and his eyes melancholic and bittersweet turned up over towards within a soft end of his own question, has he twisted his eyes up over towards where he could hear the way that that melancholic call and the twist and the turn of it, and with the way that it's voice was called and spoken out and compelling up over towards the end of the sky, flicked a perva towards a bittersweet melancholy of his expression and with the sweep up against the impossible bittersweet twist of his own face as he began to feel the grief and the longing for you and is bewilderment begin to come over towards the pinnacle nature of what he was, he could feel nothing except for an even deeper grief, coming over to it seemed like a deep melancholic whale that either came from yet another destruction of a planet, or perhaps another destruction of what would have been an animal, culture, within the deep cosmos of that of which was reeling itself up to obnox and now, he could barely tell, as he simply looked over towards the endless amount of what seemed like the floating of several different enslaved now empty animals floating above towards would seem like the several different subsections of cultures planets, and of the intersect and lights, and of the complications of lives and of all the living beings inside of them that come and no doubt, in their own capacity were just doing everything that they could but then there bewildered complication in pre-punishment of whatever it was that they could do to survive.

Bo Jackson really pressed his lips together as he gave us soft edge for breath as he began to curl the road back inside himself, of which the last of the black fog that have been steaming out from the deep cereal compelling grief from the badger now is beginning to whale as a guest and twisted up against itself It's BoJack curled over the road beside the edge of his chest he began to feel a certain tremor begin to overcome the soft and the wretched contortion of his features, and with his eyes twisting above towards the edge of would seem like that never in compelling cosmos of that universe, the majority of a broken with in culture as well as the flickering of lights and the twisting over of the gleam of the signs of various different subcultures in the crashing within them day swallow thickly, and with his hands pressed yet further still up over towards the end of the side of the road he twisted his body and twisted his eyes upright, and with its eyes flashing up over within his desperation he began to, breathlessly call out;

"Show me where to go! Give me anything, tell me where to go to be able to find anything! The lives still exist, don't they?"

His voice didn't sound as if it was as nearly as boundlessly compelling as much as the Badgers had been as his voice abruptly began to call out does his voice was launched a barber towards the wind that's surrounded above towards the desperation of how we spoke, and his ears only lowered back as hemp really twisted his headge up further still as he did so as his hands good further break in society the edge of the robe in front of him. The more that he stood there, looking up over towards the several different wisps of the previous desperate and the bewildered citizens that had done everything that they could to have their own sense of their understanding and of compelling reassurance, the more that he felt a somber disorientation of summer acceptance begin to sweep up over against his eyes, and he grew up his hands further up against the side at the edge of the robe as he twisted it further begins his body, and, feeling the way that the sickness of the dryness of his throat began to compel him over against him entirely, he turned his eyes above towards the white faltered of the light to take you up against him that made up the wisps, at least a handful in a significant portion of them now seeming as if they are beginning to make the way over to it seem like a general direction that, as BoJack turn looked over towards it with his eyes suddenly perking up into a slight interest, could see the way that they were now began to guide themselves over and into a direction of something that was very clear that it was something that was the closest thing to Los Angeles, or of anything that would have resembled what he had experienced with Samantha or Harper you, as his eyes twisted over into his soft deep alarm within himself as he saw the way that the various difference was over of the light of the animals and of the citizens seemed as if they're being drawn up over towards had come as if specifically into such a way that they were being turned and twisted up over towards the edge of the side of the light of the city into such a way that it now seemed clear that they were beginning to be drawn over towards something that was especially appear about it.

BoJack give a small hitch for reset as he already begin to feel a decision that was beginning to latch itself inside of his mind, and somberly did he turn his eyes down as he gave a small flash of his eyes as he began to twist his hands further over towards the side of the road next to his palms. He began to feel a certain resolve begin to come up within him, some are, on edge, and fully aware of over towards the detriment and of the lack of any kind of coherent hope without of what she was able to look to, but his eyes twisted down as he sawmrely twisted his hands up over against the rope next to him, and grappling his hands further over towards the edge of the side of his cloak he began to press it further up against the side of his shoulders until he pulled it up over towards his head, letting out a hedge, and twisting his body back as he did so as he swallowed thickly, and then, pulling it up over against the side at the edge of his head as he twisted his body back, let it a soft edge of her breath as he began to feel the way that the sweep over of the deep grief of the Badgers body that had ultimately been formed out over from the very same reason of his own wreath began to sweep over and threw him. Swallowing, he began to look over towards the rags as he just did his hands up over against it, pressing his hands firmly first against the side at the edge of the fabric, twisting as he turned his head and readjusted it as he began to feel that same deep grief that although was not of the same genre or the same person still seemed as if it was dressing himself up the same way similarly from the same source and, being able to feel the truth of that depth within him, twisted his body back as he readjusted it, and then, feeling the way that the rooms begin to gently latch up over against his body, readjusted his body into such a way that he can now feel the full acceptance of its own emptiness surrounding up against him. The deep grief, and it would seem like had been the way that the badger had spoken with no hope from the way that he had called out, and now taken over into it seemed like nothing but that empty misery, and following over towards a stranger steps, familiar only by the grief of the way that he had called out so desperately, familiar only in the same way that they share the same suffering of the pain that was within them, as he began to readjust his body and felt in the way that there was that pattern of its emptiness of his grief of how the badger had called out, his unseen tragedy, as the majority would be, and then turned his eyes with the phone to determination, and twisted its eyes upward as he did so, as he began to step his way up over beside the edge of the shell, and with an edge of the side of the tone of his voice began to call it over against this edge of the side of the various different wisps as he swallowed thickly, and then, calling out within that same amount of desperation now that he could feel the last threads of the trundle of the badger and the way that he had called out with such desperation comment spoke out with the desperate turnover of his voice as he called it over between the two wisps that was up against his eyes, swallowing thickly as he did so as he called out desperately:

"I know where to go! Just tell me to work That looks like what I have to do, and I'll be there! Please!"

His voice sounded more like a plea more so than it did of any kind of grieving sense of begging like the way that the badger had with such a violence to the way that is wobbling tone had called out so desperately. But he didn't nonetheless speak it, and as his eyes latched over sickly while he began to rush his away frantically aporificants aside at the edge of the turtle shell at least as quickly as much as he can manage as his eyes looked up bittersweetly, somberly and desperately as he tripped over his feet and guided his way frantically abrova towards the end of the side of the cliff, he began to feel the way that that cosmic edge of wind as well as that sense of that violence seemed as if it was beginning to pick up further against a side of his body again.

At first he closed his eyes as he tilted his snout back, and it fell to the way that there was that deep somber longing those twisting up over against the form of his body, his war and eyes closed as his body turned back as he did so, teeth poked out as he did so as he began to feel the way that it swept up over against the form of his body while he did so. He could only feel that deep somber desperation contorting up over against his body as he tried as best to be able to feel over towards whatever kind of succumbing of desperation that he would be able to allow himself, as he felt the way that the wind of it swept and seized above against the side at the edge of his Warren face as he did soil I felt the way that a grappled up over against his body. But when he felt nothing except for what seemed like an increased cosmic twist up against him, just significant enough that he could feel the way that it forced him to stag her back but not enough that it for caused him to be able to be fully overcome by it, he only somberly blinked open his eyes again with the soft edge of his melancholic questioning, his teeth caught up over within the soft poke of his expression as he looked over towards those wisps that were now still trailing themselves over towards that pinch of would seem like this city buildings of a skyscraper, and as he looked further, he began to see the way that there was what seem like a small void of would seem like a see-through luminous dome and have red that was twisting up over against the edge of the buildings, and he saw him really pressed his lips together, and twisted his eyes as he looked over beside the edge of its own melancholic deep wretched beauty, and as he saw the way that the rest of those was assumed as if they are now began to let out their own small whales that seemed as if it was a sentiment of a torrents that deep and jaded horrifying defeat and it then eventually that exhaust of whisper that had made up of the badger that had been inside of it, BoJack twisted his eyes up into a soft and his own deep exertion of his melancholic understanding, so all that thickly as he did so, and then begin to turn his eyes over with a melancholic exertion as he twisted and exerted his eyes of barber towards a side of the edge of the white light, and, with his eyes thrashing aporate towards where he could see the way that they were increasing, began to step his way further towards the edge of the side of the shell and tell, with his hands pressed up over against the fabric that was beside his body, grappled his hands up against it, kept his eyes shining up over with the beam of the edge of the contortion of his eyes and, letting out a soft hitch of the edge of the exertion of his breath twisted it over, grappled it at over towards the end of the side of the white lights surrounding up against his eyes, twisted his head back, and with his eyes focused over towards with a deep exertion that was really more so intuition rather than technical logic that he lied to hitch as he jumped upon to his feet, jumping off willingly up over towards the edge to the side of the shell, and letting go to soft contortion and give her breath, felt the way that is stomach flipped as he jumped and twisted his body upright, and began to feel the way that his body began to cut loose away from his attachment over against that one last significant coherent panel of the turtle entirely, and began to feel the way that with this hands trapped over can see it to the side of this way of the rope in front of him twisted exhorted, and allowed his body to be firmly twisted and contorted a perva towards the edge of the jault of the edge of the form of the light in front of him that came along with his twist up against the tattered clothes of that of what you called out, and grappling his hands up over towards the side of the tattered clothes allowed his better sweet, and desperate longing eyes to stay firmly guy to Barbara towards the end of the sky as he began to grab his hands and twist a bond to it and, floating up over towards the exertion of the edge of the sky taking up against him, began to feel the way that he was now twisted and was guided up firmly above towards the white fog taking him against this twist of his form, as he allowed what he suspected what happened to begin to guide him over with the violent awkward but nonetheless, still interested in twist of Barbara towards his agreement as he was led and guided up over along with it, which was the simplicity of nothing more except for allowing the leftover of whatever kind of sense of energy from that deep grief, the most compelling truth of that of whichever had existed or ever would again for the badger, as he began to twist and contort his body and begin to feel the way that he was notched over and significantly twisted over and grappled up over it to the edge of the side would seem like nothing more than would seem like the universal and admittedly disgruntled but nonetheless is still accepting form of the universe and if it's energy, as he was pulled right up along with the edge of the side of the contortion in the edge of it while pulled and clean forward above towards the edge of the side of the rack of its fully fledged direction of its form, guided only by what seem like the leftover of the melancholy of that which made up whatever was left of such a profound grief of what had initially carried the badger to begin with That had allowed him to come evidently, at the very least get his one wish, if nothing else.

His body twisted and contorted above towards the edge of the speed of what seem like was that general flick of aimlessness that initially seemed like it was the wisps to begin with but, as he turned his eyes up over a bitter sweetly in some relate towards the way that he could feel that way that he was being lifted up and raised a barbitoid see it to the sky, and as his eyes twisted and contorted a barbitoids where he could feel the way that he was being grappled above towards the edge of the light, he began to realize that it wasn't as half as aimless as much as he had thought, especially with what was clearly coming along with it seemed like a gradual sense of the focus and the twist and the contortion of what seem like the rope that was up against Bojack's hands, and seeming as if it was far more intertwined and inclined a profit towards would seem like something that was far more significant than he had let on and far more focused as he felt the way that he was grappled up and land and twisted up over against aside at the edge of its movement beside his body that was dangling underneath it, but the compelling nature that came along with it was clear, and had what was an endinable sense of its focus of deep contentment over along with him, as if the grief that made up the badger seemed as if It was in firm agreement with a way that his grief on them they're collective experience come and it was interconnected against one another inherently-That I couldn't help within its leftover air and of energy and a disposition to agree above towards the steep detriment and of the robbery of what they had both experienced collectively together.

His body swung as he kept his hands gripped over towards the very end of the fabric in front of him, his eyes were balanced in his expression twisted in a seated so he felt the way that he was large to purgatory as the void of the space surrounding him. His hands kept grip firmly but over beside the edge of the fabric as he kept his body twisted and swung up over towards the way that the fabric was beginning to sweep him over and through the space of the erratic cosmos in the air surrounding him. He kept his eyes turned up over towards where he could see that specific way that he was buying drying up over towards the sky, the way that his hands were kept firmly beside the end of the twist and that contortion of these edge of the fabric that was taking up against his hands, and as ripped and as disgruntled as much as it was it was clear that it was taking upon itself to take some sort of inherent connection that it had over beside protagon is own use of trying to be able to get it to ease out and to be focused towards that neuroticism that poetic had latched a bond of it, and as he kept his hand snapped up over towards the end of the side of it while I saw the way that it twisted and continued to lean and contorted out over towards the space, and as his eyes kept up over against it, he could only feel the way that he was swinging and was interconnected over beside would seem like what was that somber left over black mood and at the end result then made up the grief of the badger that had called out to begin with, although it was clear now that it was the universal pollen of its summoning that was causing Bojack to be gently latched over twisted, turned, and grappled up and over beside its own increased sense of its favor of intention as he continued to be swung and latched up over towards the edge of its own guidance along with his body swing a perpet towards the end of the fabric.

He knew that it was helpless to try to call out, as a science kept over beside the end of the fabric swung up over the side his hands it was clear that there was something about it that was interconnected over towards a much more universal pole of an overall sense of its reveling and that was far beyond of anything of what he could have any control over. So even though he ledled the small hitches of his breath found and of desire every now and then in terms of wanting to be able to at the very least attempt to have the concept of any kind of sense of control, the only thing of what he could really do was simply allow it to continue to swing him over towards the end of the cosmic space surrounding him. As he turned his eyes up and launched his expression of barber towards where he could see the way that there is those wisps that were beginning to ease themselves from they have over towards the space surrounding that singular avoid of the red shield of the city that was surrounding a barber towards where their sweating themselves through He twisted the bulge of his own questioning eyes fearfully a proverb towards the end of the city surrounding above against his expression, and, readjusting his hands over beside the end of the fabric that was in front of him as he kept earning his fearful eyes of barometers it into his own soften question he slowly allowed His body to fall over into a limp, bittersweet extension of his own disoriented acceptance and elimin nature of the disorientation of his body, as he allowed a soft pleaded exhausted feeling to overcome him well he began to feel the way that he allowed his full despair, the exhaustion of his form, and the end of his fight to simply fall over towards a deep exhaustion and acceptance of what was clearly a universal pole of something that was far deeper and more complex more than he had any ability or the chance of being able to possibly fight up against-A certain kind of subtle, although incredibly sickly exhausted disoriented form began to overcome him as he felt the way that his shoulder is pulled in, and letting go to self-disgruntled breath, did he begin to feel the way that his shoulders curled up within the edge of his body, the way that his body began to become limp and sopped with an end of his own acceptance, and with a deep defeat, even as he could feel that sickness more than he ever has before-it was so it seem like almost a life-ending conclusion now, as you felt the way that his body and the stout of his feet form and hands and his eyes were now twisted and was gently contorted up orbit towards the edge of that feeling of that deep zombie exhausted that came along with the Andrew grief of the badger and the way that the badger had called out into such a chilling way and of visited man anyway, the true way that he had called out into such a way that it was clear that the badger was at the complete end of his own humanity, or if patients or if anything that would have been true or distilled or real, and as he kept his eyes twisted up by her beside the yet to the latching of the fabric that was in front of his hands, and felt the way that he was swelling up over towards the space of the light and brought up over against the end of the side of the turtle shell entirely and was now being swept up over through the sky, he could only feel a deep, stoic understanding that was no overcoming him, a deep acceptance, and nothing more except for what seemed like the baseline of the straightforward reality of the fact that the grief that was carrying him, his inherent intersecting with the black defeat of the badger as he had called outcome was the first and the closest thing of what he would get to anything that even would have been remotely coherent, and otherwise, either to feed or a complete surreal emptiness, and that kind of grief the closest thing of what he could get to you, or if anything to do with that deep eternal feeling that he knew he was fighting for and longed with within the egg of everything he was.

He gave up a slight surprise surprised hitch, his body switching and julching up as he did so as he felt the way that he continued to bounce up over against the side of the edge of the fabric, his eyes wide and does he felt the way that his breath caught above towards his throat and then swept over with the bounce over between what was the various ongoing wet with some light that were now becoming close enough that as he turned his eyes up and looked over towards where they were passing by in front of him, he could see that they were now becoming close enough that he could feel the way that the wisps and the white were physically surrounding as they transpassed against massage the edge of his body, in his head turned over the side of his shoulder, his pupils wide at his body crawled in while his ears parked up as he saw the way that to the white light was swept over towards a side in the form of his body, and he could see that with the way that there was that ripped tattering that came along from what was the left of the Badgers cloak, and with the black falling that was splited over towards a center middle of the collar of it does its blade and began to project out and smoked a barbitoids the air, and bogenic attorney his eyes of barbitoids it every now and then within his melancholy of disoriented question,it was clear that the energy of the cloak and even of the black smog that was coming out of it was now beginning to contort and twist over into such a way that it was being guided up either by the grief from the way that the badger had called out and perhaps being used for some greater than himself as the best of what he could hope for, or, as you twisted his eyes and looked a barbed towards the edge of this way of the side of the clothes taken begins to form as he twisted himself and fought the way that he was swung up over towards the empty chasm of the space, can see the way that there was at the very least something about the grave that was now being distilled and used over with something specific that the universe was using a proverb towards its own energy and hand, and even though Bojack was aware of over beside the sickness, it was clear that at the very least it was in fact, using itself in whatever way that would have been able to come up with, in terms of being able to have a certain kind of would seem like universal acceptance in contentment over towards its own sense of acceptance and approval and what it desired-both from the grief from what the badger had called out in now, at this point, it seemed like an even firmer and a deeper sense of a universal understanding of how would you use as best as he was able to, the universal pole of whatever it was that it could use from the purity of the grief or the badger which clearly was something that was coming to an extent of admiration from the universe, something that it recognized and was now fave rewarded with from the truth sense of authenticity from the madness of the Beaver, even though it was clear that such projection and desperation seem to have destroyed him within his own strange authenticity and desperation.

He loaded a sudden abruptive breath of surprise as he felt the way that his down-body curled and upon the sudden swing of the fabric as it then swung and twisted itself up over the side the edge of where there was the other wisps that were beginning to make away further above towards that strange shield of that see-through red that made of the cluster of the city. He turned his head over the side of his shoulder as he looked over beside where he could see the way that those gentlewisps, and the way that they were swaying as they twisted up or against his body were now turning as they swept before against the form of his own expression, his breath caught at Barbara towards his throat does his head turned while he looked over and began to see, breathlessly, paralyzed in question, and the way that he was being brought clearly a barber towards the city in front of him, although as he looked over it down towards his dangling feet, he felt the way that is surprise large to barber towards his throat, his chest flipping as he did so as he looked over towards the way that his stout food were swaying up over towards the side and underneath him as he looked up into the endless black that was underneath his feet as his breath caught above towards his throat upon seeing the way that he was swung up over from the ground-there was an endless chasm, and what seem like almost an array of what seemed like a mania of several different spews of light, that could have been mistaken for stars, say for the fact that by now especially after what he had seen from those multiple lives from the badger man, and that it was clear that there was several different layers of lives, whether from several different citizens, or whether from The general energies or if the air or maybe even just a mania of what the universe had collected for that it had decided not to not destroy from the past, either way, it was clear that there was a certain kind of deep constantly ongoing neuroticism of would seem like a white light that was snapping and that was flowing over with the certain kind of mania underneath a dangling of his feet as he turned the ball to his eyes, and eased his body down as he saw the way that those sparkles of several different light had that same luminosity movement and intimacy, and even what seemed like a sweepover of a taste of that certain kind of intimacy that could only come from the profound emotional understanding and intelligence of romance, that was sweeping up over towards the y nature of his bulging expression as he turned and look down over towards where those lights were full of just as much profound life come and comprehensible light to know that endless eternal beauty that came from that kind of love and connection, that was flying up against him within all the weight forms and of the light that began to twist over as it's blade over with what seemed like a never-ending form of rover over towards the side of his the shock of his dangled feet.

as he looked up in front of him while his body swayed and twisted over to the side, and as he looked over towards where he could see more profound lights that seemed as if they are nothing smaller more than a spec, but nonetheless was still in fact explaining up against and running over into it seemed like an endless stream with every single white light he knew capturing over towards one complex form in over towards the next, he could only feel the way that his body was both taken over with a surreal shock, and swept up over against the form of this way of his body and with his eyes why I didn't bulge both with the way that he could feel that temporary sense of deep intimacy, that profound a life and of romance between the delicacy of the dazzling of the stars and the life of the illuminated light inside them even as he couldn't see quite how they could have under connected with each other if they did, or if every single one was just simply the universe's capsule, to capture every single incredibly deep the profound life and of light that was within it, splaying over and using up into it seemed like small little captures that seemed as if it captured the profound wonder of the complexity and romanticism and the wonder of romance and of the connection of what they held within such a small pinch of a space of light, but now for the time being seemed as if that somehow the universe had taken such a beautiful concept and I turned it over into nothing more than such than just a small little handful of those ongoing specs, but Bojack never could have imagined that there would have been so many.

As he felt the way that his feet were dangling up over beside that just disarray of the white energy that was twisting up or against the side of the gentle swaying form of his feet, he turned the melancholy of his eyes above towards where he could see the way that at the very top of where there was the collar of that coat as well as a lack those spling out of it, twisting as it split up over towards the edge of the space in front of Bojack's eyes, his ears lower back as he twisted is set up and looked above towards where there was that splain guidance of the form of it as well as the black and the smog those twisting up over towards the end of the collar. His eyes twisted up as he turned and looked over towards where he could see it the way that it was now beginning to intersect and intermelled itself a barbiturates the white forms of the whaling and of the twisting of those that came along that the previous citizens there was swing the way of private towards the space of the air surrounding themselves around the display of the cloak that was taking up against to desert navigated its way above towards the space of them, all incredibly lonely but Bojack could feel the deep emptiness of the failed a citizens, and of the grief of the badger that although incredibly rich in its own right if only from itself authenticity was clearly reduced and a such a way that was nothing more than a black whale of his player something that was being used now as an emptiness, compared to that rich life that he could see teaming underneath him into it seemed like an endless display of that white light that was dancing quickly up underneath his feet as he saw the way that it rushed underneath the dangling of the form of his legs.

Kitonged over beside the cloak, his ear is lowered back, has he looked already with that small defensive question while he did so as he felt the way that his hands to only twisted up over against the side of the fabric, feeling as if if nothing else he could at the very late still at himself a little bit of tension or pull the side of as best as he could have managed, as his eyes looked over with an edge of deep melancholy of question well he saw the way that the fabric continue to twist over and display above the side of the grasp of his hands while it continued display or against the lights surrounding each other that twisted up around it I came from the empty failure of the citizens.

But there was a white wisp of a light that came the more that he aggravated they twisted himself and his hands up over beside the bottom end of the cloak. What exactly he was trying to twist from the cloak, what he was trying to communicate or how, there is a part of him that 2° did not understand, he only knew that he was twisting and tugging and pulling and desperate and gliding his hands up over against the side of the end of it because he was desperate to some pattern in any way that he could come up with to be in control in some way of the grief or the cloak of the way that it was being used by the universe and was also being projected out from the despair of the badger, he wanted to be able to have a sense of control, and even though he could feel that deep a thermal sense of that movement and of that desire to be able to go over to that pinch of that shield of red light that came out from the city, there is a part of him that also knew to a degree that it was unlikely that he would be able to do so-there was a massive part of a sickliness of grief inside of him that was aware that he didn't know where you were or where he was going technically, that ain't nothing but intuition and somehow, by talking about over against a side of the cloak, and turning his eyes down uncertainly with his eyes bulging with the sense of fear and with his eyes flickering up over towards the splay of the white light and of the dance of the star is taking forward against its quick movement of form up in front of him, there was a part of him that admittedly did have a deep hope inside of him and that perhaps that he would be able to ease himself over towards the richness of the lives that were splaying it with a quick frant extreme of pace underneath his dangling feet in that coming through that, he would be able to have a sense of being able to allow himself over and into the richness of the light that was spilling up in front of him and, somehow, would be able to ease himself over into the richness of all those lives, and would find a way to either take the richness of those that were intersected or that were connected or interacted with each other, broken and as inserted as much as he was in terms of whether or not they actually had any control or even aware of their own existence much less potential or even of their own softness or if they are nothing more of a puppet left of what they were or, if there could be a way that he could possibly find himself too use whatever it was that was meant within them to somehow use it as a navigation to become more aware of being able to find you and your own intersection and intimacy with you, somehow, as if he could use those energies like a branch for his own self and for what you share together within that just as easily deep bittersweet desperation of what you would share together.

His eyes twisted up, and his ears turn back as he began to tug his hands firm lamp over beside the end of the cloth again, letting out his own smoke hitch of the edge of his breath as he did so as his hands twisting guided up over beside the end of the fabric, his eyes snapping up as he did so as he continued to grab this hands for a lamp over towards the edge of the side of the rope that twisted up over against his hands as he continued to twist his hands erratically over beside the tattering gretch of the side fetus quick as much as he was able to. The more that he looked over towards the shield of the red light before he was clothing being taken above towards both with the grief of the badger of as the universe was using it for, as well as over towards those lists of what seem like those incredibly admittedly in detrimentally lost and lonely energy is the surrounding him that hardly knew what they were doing, or the very latest compared over towards that richness of the favorable romanticism lied underneath the swing above his feet, and the more that he began to feel increasingly the more desperate-The draw that he felt over towards the shield of the red light that was taken forever against the city in front of the weariness of his eyes was in such a way, that he knew that even if you were to fall the intuition of that draw that made of the city come up too much rather would have taken whatever chance that he would have been able to get in terms of her instead indicating his body as quickly and as best as much as he was able to and over towards the profound edge of the constantly ongoing flickering white light that was taking against him within its stream, to project, and to allow both his grief and the intersection of such a deep connection to take him, and too allowed to overflow against his bewolded exhausted body and to hope that the purity of those that somehow whether through remembrance or memory or through some sort of section of a handful of the universe that BoJack and the anyone else that had come to be intersected within the culture before that he had met yet hadn't known existed before would yet somehow use that purity for anything that would have been genuinely worthwhile, so long as he eats himself into it.

But there was a sudden way to light of one of the various different streams of that white stream that was intersecting the signpochan, and his words launched up orbit towards his throat as he gave an abrupt crime of surprise, and twisted his head over towards the side as he did so as he looked at Barbara towards where there was one's sleigh of a moving wisp of body that was taking up against the side is form as he turned looked over at it with his eyes bulged with a surprise, his expression was frozen as he saw the way that the whisk continued at East selfie over the side of BoJacks funny, it's head, which was comprehensible neither as animal nor human but simply was made of towards a deep twist of its grotesque disorientation of emptiness, turned over the strange shape of the emptiness of its gray eyes, the twist in the contortion of its mouth above towards its direction even though it was made up of nothing of except for several different deep white wisps that was twisting it forever towards the form of the edge of its own white movement as a continuity is and to travel itself up over beside the end of the space of the chance and men of the travel and energy that was taking it. As Bojack turned a set of Barbara towards a side of his shoulder and felt his panic against him, he could see where there was that full movement as he felt that full emptiness that was now overcoming the white was that was lean apart against the side of the engine's body as he turned looked at besided, his eyes caught up over into a deep paralyzed fear as he looked over towards where it's body, or rather the lack of it in the emptiness of the white stream and the contortion and the disorientation of its face, was taking over towards the stream of its form into such a way that it was clear that it was beginning to overcome him into it seemed like look closest thing to a warning if something to that degree would have been able to have managed, as the sweep over of its light end of the twist over its stream continued to graze a bargains aside at the end of bojacks forms next to where he kept his eyes turn up his side where I was swept up against him. It said in general disoriented expression, only turned over against the side of the edge of his body of only for a moment, and then just as quickly begin to move itself back up over towards the side of where it's body was streaming and taking up over beside they the way it seemed as if it was speeding over through the rest of the stream of light if nothing except for the empty disoriented space of the rest of the citizens, twisting its body forward into such a way that it was clear that to a degree, as much as the emptiness coming and the complete melancholy that dressed up over towards the disarray of the disorientation of the grave eyes and the twist over the loom of mouth would have managed, that there was some sort of warning that was inside of that sad sorry to empty head space, those sad ass oriented eyes and the toestover of mouth, has a continued display and to ease its stream of body up over the side Bojack as his eyes twisted looked over at it with the grays of his own surprising the way that it moved up against the front of him and then, with its body twisting forward and with the edge of the contortion of the side of its breath of what made of nothing except what it seem like something as cold and as vast as much as the emptiness surrounding it, turned over the twist of the disorientation edge of its size as it began to come out with a certain kind of whaling of Bojack would have recognize anywhere that resembled the universe and of its own cry, twisted his body forward and its energy in the stream but slide, but only after that specific would seem like particularly on edge disorientation of focus on a taken it as it's disoriented disgruntled face and twisted above towards his formed to begin with.

The sweep over of the rest of the collection of the threads of the back of its fog swept above the signed Bojack even as his eyes fall but it, and he could only allow his eyes to twist over towards within the bulging edge of his own uncertainty has he heard the way that there was some calling out of a way all that came over from the emptiness of that stream of Hawaii to light, almost called up over beside a shoulder as if with the last acknowledgment, as he was left over with nothing except for the stream at the edge of whales that took up against itself while streaming up over behind Bojack within its wake as he saw the way that the wisps of a twisted and latched over, and then seemed as if it teased up over the side of the edge of his desperate, admittedly caught up in disoriented expression as you blinked and felt the way that the threads avoid flicked up over and polluted his eyes for a moment, and he closed them, gave a troubling breath and then opened up his eyes again, and saw the way that it was already beginning to travel it's way further above towards a clan of the rest of the wisps that was making the way a perva towards the shield of the red that was surrounded above the side of the city of where the rest of them were beginning to glide over and it was themselves up over and within. It was clear that although the wisps of the light were began to call over a, into melancholically he's a bar for the side the edge of each other as they gleamed out, that they were beginning to get to a point where there was a cluster of them that was now beginning to surrounded themselves over to the side of the edge of the red shield that was taken before against the shield of their bodies in the movement of the white light of their forms and threads of their focus and of their direction, although whatever it was that was inside of that hard shield of the red that made of the city, as the white of their wrist stopped and latched up over beside the edge of it, and as their bodies twisted and contorted up over and clustered beside the edge of the shield that was in front of them, it was clear that with their whaling and they're calling out that same as if it was similar sentiment to the universe from what Bojack had heard before, that they were pausing for a moment, glaming their energies in the wisps and the twist of their bodies above aside at the edge of the red shield that was taking up against them some of them watching them over beside it, but it was clear that they, as much as they were guided a perforatorids that strange intuition of purity such as the way that Bojack was aware of it himself, that there was really no significant way of being able to get him, at least not as much as the originally must have had the impression of doing so even if it was just into some sort of animalistic intuition, clearly not anything of actual reason that would have been able to have made it if there was anything to go by from that empty contortion of those gray eyes, that senselessness and that emptiness inside of the very whisk that and last itself and it moved the sign BoJack a moment before.

He could feel the way that the grief of the cloak of what his hands was grappling on to was beginning to twist as it contorted and began to fall above towards the movement of the rest of the wrist that were latching over up against the side of where there was a gradual hanging over clan of them, and even though it was clear that they were all as empty as much as could be, and disoriented nothing more into a wisp of that of which took them in terms of their longing, their bodies and the wisps of their foreign were stopping above towards the red shield and taking purgatory it's the twist over of the edge of their focus and they're intuition, calling out and wailing into such a way that it seems as if it was the closest thing to any kind of sense of communication of that of which they would have managed within their wretched state, and whether or not they were even were enough to even be able to acknowledge it, it was hard to be able to tell. BoJack could only keep his body twisted up and loomed and tweezed in an eased a barber towards the edge of the side of the Cloak that continue to twist as it's blade and troubled up over the side his hand, his feet twisted and his voice coming out into a small lurching of his own surprise now and then as he felt the way that it bounced lurched, and thrashed his handsomero towards the end of where it seemed like the grief, and even the tool of what the universe was guiding him towards seemed as if he was beginning to lose its own my collection of its full thread or concentration itself-as his eyes, bittersweet and summer twist up over beside it, even though he could feel the chilling way that there had been that good disoriented contorted gray eyes in that mouth that I turn looked over at him almost with would seem like a slow movement of a warning, he took it upon himself to twist his eyes at Barbara towards the edge of the side of the gleam of the twist of the light in front of him, his ears lower back his eyes turned up over beside it, and quickly, giving up a somber breath as he looked over towards the twist and the display of the way they was guiding as a thrush to go over beside his hands did he sombre like a barber towards it with the twist of the defiance of his eyes, and giving it the soft but reassigned contortion of his breath, twisted his hands up against the side of the cloak, and instantly begin to see the way that there is a least a slight change towards the way that it begin to ground up over beside the way that Bo Jackson's latched over and contorted and gripped up against it for a moment. His ear is perked up as he looked up beside, and he began to see the way that that black fog, the only thing of what was left of anything previously that made up the energy of the man in the badgers grief, was only now somewhat finally began to respond to purgatory the way that is hands continue to twist in a latch above against it within any attempt of control of that what she could tease himself with. As his eyes twisted and turned up over towards the form of where he could see the way that the black fog seemed as if, although it was only just a barely comprehensible twist of a husk of the way that it was latching up with a fog about the collar, he could nonetheless still see the way that there is a gradual movement of a sway over and something that seemed as if it was so they became to respond for other Barbara beside his hands, and he turned his eyes up, near his parked forward, as he heard the way that that husk as well as the black light and the fog that was coming up over against the wretched edge of the clothes, was now beginning to respond above towards his grapple over of his hands besided into such a way, that he could tell that it was attempting to fight up against the way that he was directing it down and over towards that speeding white light of all those comprehensive clustered in white lights that were taking him over within the speed of the various different light taking underneath his dangling feet, but he twisted his eyes up further beside it as he began to twist it, and then further, and then further still, until finally, he could see the way that with would seem like a deep contortion of an edge of its breath into it seemed like a wretched agreement, did he begin to feel the way that the resistance of the cloth so they began to twist as a contorted and guided its body in the energy of its form and twisting of it down, latching itself up against the edge of Bojack for other as he felt the way that he gave a large at a wide ex depression of his eyes, felt the way that he jawed it down right further against the way that it seemed as if it launched itself over within its defeat, and, feeling it almost as if he was on an elevator that had temporary lost any kind of sense of control of all the way that he enlarged him was fallen further down beside it, and could feel the way that the energy and the form and the tension, which seemed as if it had a significant hint of its own leverage, was now being twisted and contorted down further downright, and then further down right, as he gave over a lot of his breath is surprise, but twisted his eyes down as he did so come up swallowing thickly, and with his eyes latched apart from his side where he could see the way that it was beginning to ease itself or the town of over towards the edge of the fast forward with the teaming of the lights in front of him as a twisted his eyes forward and looked above her beside it, could see the way that it was now beginning to release, and twist him further down right, and then further down right again, as he felt the way that he continuously kept getting lodged for the further downright, and further down, even though he knew that there was no real comprehensible significant coherent way of being able to possibly measure any kind of extent that he would have been able to find any kind of end that came along with the endless chasm of the cosmos that was underneath him, which seemed as if it was endless gum and the team of light that came along with those intersected romantic lives seeming as if it was just one of the endless or the countless amounts of the forms of the universe's various pinches of what it had created, of what it forced itself to believe and just for the sake of having what seemed like any kind of sense of an amount of control, but nonetheless and if he continued to keep his hands from like grappled and twisted up or over towards the edge of the side of the fabric underneath him, and tell his eye is turned down, and he began to kick over his feet as he began to see the way that he was now being latched down further above towards the teaming after the light that was underneath the dangling of his feet and seeing the way that they were now beginning to end up that he could feel the way much more tangibly now The lights and the display in the harassism of the wide extension of how they're splaying up over quickly beside his body he only somewhat began to feel what was a clear tension over those energy and of that specific amount of that compact romantic lighted of intimacy that took underneath him that those in our lives together must have shared. His ballet curled in, his words, towards a throat has his eyes flashed over right along with the extension of that teeming white light, and giving up a song to readjustment of his breath in a role of his shoulders, and giving up a soft ease of what seemed like finally his sense of acceptance despite the fear and the black dread that took him, knowing that if done wrong or if he was wrong that he would have been latched over towards an eternal emptiness, did he begin to feel the way that he was being latched over suede, and firmly twisted above towards that teeming white light taking above towards the white trembling of the form of his uncertain body, but at the very least, he was in fact being taken and twisted out over beside the teeming white light in front of him.

He gave up the soft twist of an end of a breath come out as he began to allow his body to be pulled firmly yet even deeper still towards the end of the space of where he was being latched to Barbara towards a teeming a white light that was grumbling up over against his hands. His eyes twisted upright as he gave a small edge of a somber breath as he slowly began to feel the way that his hands begin to release him over beside the edge of the white light that was taking up against his hands as he began to feel the way that there is a burning up against his palms while he began to gradually release himself from how he had been grappling so intensely up beside it, and bitter sweetly, desires turn up into his own apology as he did so as he turned his eyes up over beside the edge of the twisting space of the life that took a barber towards the form of his eyes, and giving up a soft, trembling exertion of the edge of a breath as he twisted his expression and looked up over beside it, he slowly began a lot of a small hitch of his own begging, and letting out a soft edge of surprise and with his breath caught barva towards his throat, he began to release himself against it entirely, taking it upon himself to begin to feel the way that he was latching himself away from gripping up over onto the clear and to the recognizable grief that the badger had a portrayed, and instead began to feel the way that his hands slipped out, as he began to feel the way that his body free fall, and with his arms layout against him and with his still body is held this has ever heard he twist his wide desperate eyes down up over towards the side of where he could see the way that there was this blowing out light that was in front of his eyes-He felt the way that he wanted to let out that particularly contorted scream but as his eyes twisted above her against the side of the teeming white light that was underneath his feet does he looked above her against did come in and felt the way that his heart dropped and flipped up over towards his chest as he looked at Barbara beside it, he began to realize that he wasn't falling, certainly not free falling like the way that he would a logically thought but rather instead did it seem as if with a gentle gradual pop, he had been released from being gripped over or being enslaved at the significantly beside the grappling fabric of badger, it was now being released slowly, and gently at Barbara towards would seem like a gradual sweep down, and with his body began to gradually is up and with his main flowing up over against the extension of the emptiness in the egg of it that float up against his mane and over towards the richness of his eyes and the wide nature of his bond of his expression, did he begin to release his body, twisting his body down as he did so, and letting out a soft and give his contorted threat of his breath of acceptance as he began to raise out his arms, and allowed himself to gradually float down and over towards if he could see the way that there was still yet that teaming illuminated light that was taking perfect against his feet, while he began to feel the way that his body twisted and contorted and was latched on further above towards the end of the teeming light that took up over against his eyes all his feet swayed up against what seem like that never-ending stream of those deep intimate life forms of light and the romanticism and their interconnection of what they had together that took up against the dangling of his feet boy saw the way that they teamed up over against the front of the flotation of the contortion of his body and of the wonder that took him upon seeing the way that they are flashing above against the disorientation of his form and the on edge of that of what she had within himself as he saw the way that it seemed up over against his eyes.

With his arms pulled out in front of his head, and with his feet dangling down in front of him, and with a size turning up over towards the bittersweet melancholy easy twisted his head up and looked over towards the side of where he could see the way that the back badgers grief come up and the twist in the display of purgatory the edge of the clothes and displayed from the mug of the black was became a twist of Barbara towards the end of his eyes he twisted his expression upward engaged above her beside it, his ears lower back as he twisted and galamed his expression over towards where he could see the way that it was now beginning to display and a thrush over with an edge of what seemed like where the cloak was now beginning to be taken above towards its own full decided form of wherever it was that it would decide to be able to go, clearly being guided up into it seemed like a beacon of the grief and if it's authenticity over by the universe.

although BoJack's Fall was clearly gradual, as you look down over towards the team in white light that was in front of him, his eyes bulging as his body crawled in as he kept his body into that freefall form, simply allowing it to passive over through him rather than to even have an attempt of rejecting note or fighting it to come out He twisted his eyes, fearfully but with acceptance as he claimed as expression of barometer towards where he could see the way that teeming light took up over towards his expression, his ears lowered back as he felt a small light of fire or at the very least government Sombra acceptance begin to overcome him now as he saw the way that those teams of those light, the intimacy of couples and of otherwise that were now beginning to sweep over into their small speck of their white nature around his foot coming up teaming up over against his body as he saw the way that they float have been stayed up but beside the end of his feet, although, small and as captured as much as they were he could still feel that deep density that came along with that energy, the intimacy the beauty and the entire internal complex life of that of which they shared together, that have been initially no doubt when it caused the badger to feel any kind of immediate sense of relief to begin with upon calling out for them within his grief. It was only through that white hot disorientation of all those lives and they twisted up or against his foot that he although it is years down, and twisted his eyes up over towards the way that they team firm lamp over can see it to the sign of his feet while he felt the way that they smoked a father beside him until, so they be carried to dare to take his hands away from where they were used up over beside the wretched ease of his mane and the disorientation of his face he twisted his eyes down, to blamed it above it towards a teeming otherwise that was up against the side of his foot and feeling a deeper interest gummins or perhaps really just more so it desperate despair of his own need, did he begin to twist his eyes above her towards the light, and reached out his hands as he took it away through the thickachasm that made up the space of the white lights surrounding up against him, and turned, as he let it assumption to the curled his body and, and reached his hands out to be able to indicate a perfect towards the white light as best as he was able to, as he reached out and bent his body forward and grappled his hands of barbitoids a side of the edge of the white light that was teaming up with a stream that was up against his body.

He loaded a small hint of his own breath of surprise as he reached out his hands and tried to interact with the stream of the white light those sweeping up against his foot, but it seemed as if the white hot flashes come out the disorientation was only getting worse as his hands reached out as he felt the way that the white swept up over against his palms, as his body twisted in, and as he curled in and fell the way that it's played over and that it grow into bar we get the side of the edge of his hands within its light, he twisted his head above towards aside, trying to be able to describe towards anyway of what it was going, or the firm direction of any focus of what it had, his eyes better sweet and melted as he did so as he twisted his eyes and looked a permit towards the direction of where it seemed as if he was generally teaming up over towards the chance of a black that surrounded a Barbara towards the momentum taking his eyes. His head twisted up Barbara towards aside, has he allowed to somber breath and with his body east down over towards the stream that came along with the light taking up against him which felt as if it was so emotionally complex, almost there was almost impossible to be able to believe that they were genuinely so small or that the universe was capable of everything that was so clearly so dense that could have been so small, or reduced to a such, that was streaming up over beside his hands as he going to his hands against it, but he turned, and kept his hands flicked up a barbitoid see it to the side of the white light that spotted above against his palms, and felt the way that he could feel both that sweetness of that meaning and of that connection and of true authenticity, though admittedly, and grazed up in fully melted over into it seemed like a clear sense of its density of grief of that of what she was taking it as he felt the way that it swift up over the side of his hands like daggers around his palms and his skin. It was almost too much, the connection, the overwhelming is philosophical truth of the richness and of the grief that so much more than just you and Bojack and experienced and as he felt the way that those small teams of white life liked and daggered up over against his hands, and splayed as a twisted at Barbara with the edge of a skin of Barbara towards the middle of the form of his body won't swept up and japped up against his hands, he could gradually begin to feel the way that there was a certain kind of hollow and black acceptance that was overcoming him, and he opened his eyes, sound puffiness cleaned up against him while his main split out and with the cosmic wind let's played up over towards the soft the concentration of the end of the form as body while he fell to the way that it's liked above against a side of his features and up and over beside his snout as he felt the way that it continued his way up over constantly into the side of his body, until, with a resolve, he turned as he saw the way that those streams of light, which seemed as if perhaps it was one of the only reasons why he wasn't falling up over towards the endless child some of the void that should have otherwise have taken him entirely, although perhaps it was also just the universe in general and if it's energy, something that I never been discovered of Barbara towards the true wake, which seems as if it was a more so oddly chance of peaceful void of where creation or meditation focus or of anything authentic would have been able to have managed and what have existed, rather than if anything alternative, rather than of that deep sense of endless chasm the way that he or that anybody else ever would have initially expected. But nonetheless, was it still something of an emptiness of what she was clear that if he wanted to have any chance of his own sense of survival or significance, that he would have to be able to find a way to be able to survive on, to navigate, in his own fashion, as best as much as he could have hope to have managed,

So even with his eyesore, and with his body aching, and even with the light of the uncertainty that took up over towards his disposition, he began to raise as he twisted his body back upward again, crawling it away from the chance of the white light that was take it against the form of his body as he twisted his head, and turned as he began to quickly guide his way abrupted towards the edge of the stream of the white and light that was taking up of a torrent's a desperation at the form of his disposition while he did so. His feed kicked, his down body curled in but as he kept his eyes twisted aparate towards the edge of the light that was curled up against his body as he twisted his head and saw the way that it continued a team of perpet towards the kick of his own fade, he simply allowed himself to take advantage over towards the fact that for whatever reason his body and his disposition was being saved over towards being surrounded and grappled over from the cosmos the way that he initially would have thought to begin with. Rather instead, was he left with nothing except for the clear goal that was in front of him that perhaps would have ended him if he followed it for too long or for too deep, or perhaps would have been the only thing that would have saved him, there was no way for him to know, except a follow up over towards that emptiness come and to fall over towards the intuition and the exhaustion that held him which, above everything else, he knew that he had no choice with where he didn't want to even the slightest path, or of any hope or of any kind of chance at all, that he would have been able to have made a difference or would have been able to find that truth of that He only held with you, or that he had only held certainly just with the belief in the fight of staying over and beside you to begin with come up no hope, nor if anything more complex than the simple raw fight, and the belief and the purity that came out with it, the rarest thing that it ever come to exist now, no matter how disgruntled or undignified or distorted he had come to feel with it.

His breath felt as if it was not going to barber towards his lungs, his eyes puffed and bittersweet as he did so as he sweet his arms above towards the edge of the black that surrounded him, only broken up save for the way that there was the white light scattered up over with its dream that was underneath the kick of his feet and the side his arms. As he looked down, and saw the way that those teams of white light areas flying above against outside of the glam of his body, he only continuously began to splay up his arms of permato towards the end of the space of the endless chasm but could hear, the more that he focused towards the white light, and the more that he kept turning his eyes up or a display in the stream of it does he looked down over beside it the while he saw the way that the stream of them continued come assuming never-ending within their millions, that he could hear would seem like those connected voices come up something that seemed as if it was far too distant by some sort of measurement of distance that he couldn't even imagine in terms of how long that distance went on for, or about how it could have been measured, but he was nonetheless very aware of the distance, and more than that was he also very aware of the way that there was a certain kind of deathful beauty that came along with their conversations their hands against the side of their bodies their intimacies, everything of what had made up every single which layer of a life that clearly now to BoJack's gradual both shock joy, and wonderment about what he would do with the revelation was not as nearly as hopeless, and certainly was not as nearly as undone within what seemed like a permanent disarray as shock and that had taken him previously or that he thought that it would if he had seen it all together, or about his shock in the first place that he thought that it never could have been amended again, or that he had any chance of being able to find those multiple intersected layers of lives again, but it was so clear from everything that's surrounded him now that there was still, even a finite and meager compared to every single layer of home layer of a life and of inner life that any animal or citizen had ever existed before within their own selves even at the end of an aware of it, even though it was clear that this was an incredibly finite and big or example of it compared to the richness of life of what it existed before the universe had layered and had turned up over and within itself, that it was nonetheless still in front of him it is such a severely complex way, that is his eyes twisted and looked up over towards where he could see the way that it was teaming, they used beginning to realize that there was more multiple layers of in our lives more than he ever could have even imagined, and as he continued to allow his body to sweep up over against the side of the teeming white form of the illuminated light in front of him, as his eyes twisted over with a soft defense of inquiry of all I saw the way that they can do to tamp over against his eyes and home wonderment as he saw the way that they displayed over and twisted up against the side of the form of his body, he began to feel an incredibly flippant form of his own curiosity of all his eyes twisted up towards where he could see the way that it has been now beginning to team up towards the side of the edge of his own sense of his curiosity, the way that his eyes were flushed over inflict over towards the edge of the front of the one mogul light that was now taken up against the side of the antivirus yet further still, and as he looked over and saw the way that they are now began a team of over towards the end of where it seem like that there was some sort of build from the very end where they were teaming and going, he twisted his eyes above towards it, his eyes caught at Barbara towards into a solved a wonderment as he did so, as he twisted his expression of over towards where he could see it the way that all those that are lives, complexities and of wonderment were now beginning to gradually settle up or it's into it seemed like a very end with a conclusion of their movement.

With his body still gently twisted up and suede towards the end of the movement of the light, did he begin to pause a barber towards the way that he was swing himself underneath a movement that was taken up against his curiosity in front of him. His arms reached out as he did so as he gleaned his eyes above towards the edge of the side of where he could see that the light was beginning a team of over beside itself towards the where there was a cluster of light that now began to come over towards the end of where they were, and BoJack's body splayed up as he gleamed his expression of over against it, his eyes twisted over into his soft ease of his own ability as he did so, looking at Barbara towards where the white light was clustered and twisted barber towards the end of where they had began to stop above towards the edge of the light of where they see him as if they're being teamed over into a handful of the universe and of where it would leave it over and projected and ended up orbiter towards the end of where it was playing and called out, and seemed as if at the very end of that, the cluster of the inner lives, the intersection of them were gradually and would slowly begin to come over from the very end result of what seemed like whatever it was at the universe was teeming and hoarding them over to, and along with that, when a group eventually come down over towards a deep end result of its own conclusion, although what conclusion that it would be, BoJack could hardly tell, but he could certainly feel the way that there was a team of what seemed like a specific almost arrogant bewalderman of the universe from whatever was that it was guiding over those intersected life forms and if their bodies one of their intention, and we gradually move them over towards the very end of the clustered intersected light and whatever way that it could is he saw the way that the light was teeming up over against the end into the middle of the cosmos for the universe to use and to whatever way that it would have seen itself fit.

Has he looked over towards where there was the last of those with Sam must have been at least several different millions of light that it teamed up against him before and with his arms swayed out as he looked over and began to see the way that finally, that team and that's wrong and the movement of it was grounded began to dissipate, he turned his head above it towards the side of his shoulder as he twisted his eyes up over towards where he could see the way that there was a black considerate and a barbiturates a place of where he had initially come over from to begin with, and his head turned over towards the side as he did so as he looked at Barbara to wear He could see the way that it had gradually began to dissipate, although he could still see the way that there was still several different more millions of beams of light I would gradually continue to go until they reached over towards the end of their conclusion. He twisted his body and his eyes over towards the side of where he could see the way that they are begun to become clustered up, into a way that was bright, and was big enough, and was taking it Barbara towards and would seem like an end of a climate a conclusion, that as he turned and looked up over beside it, he felt himself overcome by the end of the light that was taking above against the cluster of the end of the light of its form, while he turned and looked over To where it was clustered up over towards the front of the form of his eyes.

As his eyes twisted and flashed a Barbie towards the side of the cluster of the white taking up over against his expression, he only saw him really turned as he looked over it with the deep uncertain but intuition of his own understanding, has he looked over towards the overwhelming beauty of the light that was grad should begin to twist over as a grappled within what seemed like a firm and would seem like almost could have an argued arithmetic conclusion as he saw the way that the light began to cluster further over towards the front of his eyes yet even further and deeper still has a clustered and interconnected of barbitoids the edge of the chance and with the void taking barbitoids the firm and the look of his thought as he saw the way that it twisted a barbiturates the edge of his eyes while he looked over towards where it was teaming up against itself. Has his body raised and twisted up while he gleamed his eyes above her against him beside it, he slowly begin to ease his body further pervertards and election of the cluster of the white light taking aper towards the form of the bittersweet exertion of the uncertainty of his eyes as he looked up against it. with his ears lowered back and with his expression fully over within a sense of his own defense did he began to slowly let it assault hit just he began to make his way firmly up over towards the edge of where he could see the very end nowhere I was beginning to come together with it it's conclusion, and he, knowing that he had no choice but to stick over himself as best as he was able to within his doubt and with his crippling extension of insecurity and with his black fear of failure, twisted his body forward with a sound hitch, moving his body forward over towards a closer as best as he was able to as he began to release any kind of sense of ego, knowing that this was the first and the only conclusion of what he could come down to, and that following is intuition, and hoping that it would lead up over towards anything worthwhile, was the only hope of what he truly had left, and of releasing any kind of sense of prime that he would have had before. He knew that, devastated as much as he was, that it was only by releasing any kind of sense of control or intuition that was any kind of hope of what he would have had, and that he needed to long sense let go of any kind of sense of the illusion of control.

BoJack kept turning his head up armor towards the side of where he could see the way that of those white wisps of those citizens were now beginning to close to the way up over towards the side of the edge of that very same shield of where they have been before, his eyes looked at barbed towards the end of the side of where he could hear the way that they are wailing calling twisting out, and with their bodies large department towards the edge of the side over they were still yet invading as theoristive against another within a desperate hinder of their own desper reflection as they did so, and as he turned and looked up over towards it before he began to make his way over towards that erratic white light to the display that took over against his eyes, he only someone to began to feel any kind of genuine conclusion towards the factthat it was very well, almost like vultures that were cutting into him too deeply, that the more that he tried is best to be a focus ever towards a control with so much complexity around him, especially with so little that he understood the more likely that he would be taken a barbitoids its disorientation entirely, the intersection of the potential at the beauty of the inner lives and of the couple's surrounding within those small lights, perhaps more than you would have been able to take.

But he felt the way that it deep choke of pain seemed as it thrushed up against his throat as he fell to deep choking that was within him, and flickering his eyes upward as he felt the way that he gave physical choke that seemed as if it almost could have been the sentiment of the spasm that was around him within the emptiness of the chasm of the universe, did he know that there was no choice except to be able to continue to make his way the proper towards the front of the form beside him, and taking him over towards his disorientation, his devastation in his lack of understanding, did he begin that he's a barbitoids yet further still His eyes are perpet towards the extension of the deep form of the chance of a light in front of him taking over and twisting his body further forward, until he began to feel the way that that spasm of that neurotic erraticism inside film was beginning to get to a point where you hardly knew what to do with it except to continue to display himself forward as best as he was able to, his ear is lowered back, his eyes turnip over against the front of him into his soft gleam of his own defiance, as he began to make his way over this firm concentration up and over to where he could firmly make his way a perfect towards the very end of where he could feel the way that that neuroticism would reach over towards its firm conclusion, for as long as he continued he's his body up and continue to follow it and even knowing this comet did he continue to smash him into ease his body firmly up over towards the side of it as quickly as much as he was able to, until he began to feel that neuroticism that was playing and twisting up against him so deeply into such a way, that he could physically feel the way that it was beginning to make him feel cracked underneath any kind of sense of control that he had had before, or even so much of the illusion of it, and truly as he began to use his body forwarded he begin to feel empty, and it's still if he continued he's his body as quickly and as desperately as much as he could firmly above towards a space in front of him where are the interconnected white and the spasmine to the light was waiting for him to become into fully meld themselves to be over and to be a part of it.

His body sprayed up as he began to feel the way that his skin was becoming hot feeling all that amount of neuroticism and of that sense of in her life that was within every single one of those white dots. He was only a couple of inches away from the cluster now and it seems like the last of the stream was now finally beginning to reach down to its conclusion, has he turned his head and looked over shoulder he began to see the way that the last of the speckled light now seemed as it was gradually coming up over towards but it seemed like a deep defeat, as he turned and looked over towards where it seemed as if the collection of those in our lives, what she was now beginning to realize was spasming and that had a sense of deeper neuroticism and a fight more than he would have expected was now beginning to dissipate over towards a deep end of their own conclusion, stopping above towards a cluster that was up against Bojack's feet were a dangled. He began to let out his own disgruntled and increasedly more disoriented breath in the arises of his tone, his body eased and twisted up over against it as he twisted his eyes and looked over towards his side of bid twisted over a neuroticism that was taking him over against his eyes as he looked over to where he could see the way that he was began to cluster over and to come over against into itself entirely within its conclusion, and giving up a soft end of a somber breath of his own acceptance despite the tension, he began to ease his body downright, twisted his body above towards the form of the congestive light in front of him even as he could feel the way that no doubt that it would be the end over towards whatever little of that of what she could have in terms of his wake of anything that he'd be able to keep collected within himself in terms of focus, as he could feel the way that both his body as well as mine and otherwise was already beginning to lose itself in terms of the conclusion of anything of what he could hope to be able to get that was coming along with being around the complexity, the tools of the universe, clearly beyond anything of what he would be able to understand and what was beyond his place of being able to have the attempt of understanding it, and all the more reason for him to be old days himself into it if there was anything to go by the deep desperation of the end of his conclusion of what she knew at this point was his obligation of being able to follow.

The grief began to take him, the more that he began intersect and intermitted above towards the inner lives of the white that was surrounding up against him against still, even with his deepen and with his choking and doubt that surrounded him, did his ears are back as he began intersect and melding himself for other purgatory at the edge of the thrash the light take him over against the form of his body, he twisted himself down yet further still as he did so as he began to feel the way that that neuroticism of light began to overcome him, easing his body down firmly and Barbara towards the edge of the neuroticism that came along with those couples and of otherwise and now begin to thrash over twist as they twist as it seemed as if the richness of had come up the tragedy the detriment of the love and the death now began to overcoming within its entirety until finally, it was all that he could feel, as he felt the way that his skin went hot and his body went and twisted over against the white flash of his body, as he began to feel the way that announced twisted up over with the deep neuroticism that claimed a bargains form of his body as he felt the way that that overwhelming exhaustion of the twist over of mania began to know overcome him within its entirety.

His arms reached out, and his body began to twist back, and he began to close his eyes, as he began to feel the way that his skin was beginning to become hot, the overwhelmed nature of his conclusion getting so much to the point that it could not imagine being able to twist it back and somewhere inside of him, he knew that with the amount of suffering and with the amount of that Dave them taking him, that truthfully it wasn't really worth it, and yet still, did he force himself and allow his head to turn back as he began to feel the way that the neuroticism of the edge of light and of otherwise begin a twist over against the side of the edge of his eyes within his conclusion as he accepted it while he began to feel the way that it began to overcome him, his hand twisted back, his teeth pumped, and his bondage was department towards the way that he began to feel the way that the neuroticism of the light twisted and guided a barber towards the end of the form of the side of his body as he began to feel the way that it twisted and vegetable or against him within its mania, he leaned his body back, and allowed the pain to overcome him and even though he knew that he was submerging himself into a complexity of suffering that perhaps not even for the two of you would have been worth it, there was something about him that was two desperate, and that was too attached over towards your specific flaw and detriment, and of how it intertwined with his own como that he knew that he couldn't find within him to do anything other than to simply fall into it fully, merge, and to accepted, and that he wouldn't come down or even Allah himself to have any other conclusion.

Play culture is, exactly what he would have expected to begin with did he begin to feel the way that that many of the inner lines, their complexity and if otherwise and securities and of all and begin to rich as a twisted above against the edge of his body further, in his eyes closed as he began to feel the way that there is a deeper richer against him as he became a turn and twist his body back, only beginning to feel what seemed like a further extension of the gleam of the complication taking above her against his expression as it began to histover with the further neuroticism against him, until he could feel is if he was so disgruntled and disoriented within his body and within his mind from all the different lives and intimacy is and of the specific ways of the of what they had carried to up and able to abroad it, and if their own specific issues that he could now no longer focus on anything save for the fact of the way that it was beginning to overcome whatever kind of sense of self of what he had had before as he continued to twist up over against him within its neuroticism. as he kept his head back he simply began to release all fear, I'll conclusions, all senses of pride, as he simply allowed it to overcome him in its entirety, until he could feel nothing except for that twist of that deep neuroticism, releasing of his own fear isn't even his release and of his grappling above towards his pride for himself, until he felt the way that he used his body back for only and allowed it to begin to overcome him within its entirety in terms of his own achievement a deep defeat that now began to overcome him, and as he fell back over against it firmly and within its entirety, accepting a profit towards it as he felt the way that it began to overcome whatever kind of sense that he had to come up with only a small latching over towards a fact of why he was doing this, the simple deep indescribable fondness and attachment he had for you with all your fragilities flaws and it unimpressions, until he began to feel the way that as far as he was concerned skin began to see him as if it began to become splattered up against itself, displayed over a wrecked and ruined against itself, and tell as far as he was concerned as he was surrounded of purgatory it's that deep sense of that neurotic white that he began to lose all sense of any kind of comprehensible understanding of himself at all entirely, and knowing as he began to feel the way that his body fell back while a white light jumped over a grimed up against him almost as if it was hungry bugs did he begin to feel the way that he was falling over deeply into its own conclusion, using and twisting his body back as he began to fall back and lean up over beside at the chaos of the mania, even if his own sense of failure and worthlessness, that's he allowed it to begin to speak and to overcome him within its entirety as he fell back over and into it until it still but a curled up within, that bittersweet knowing that the only thing of what he had or ever would have was the simple conclusion of staying over within that attachment, beyond any comprehension or reasoning, certainly of any kind of earthly virtue, but intermelled it over towards the very same lost in those desperate couples who had done the same thing, he only felt himself leaning over accepting, and becoming firm land entirely a part of that, and tell he felt the way that it devoured him within itself and its own lively arrogance entirely, and he felt himself falling fully of forward towards that bittersweet conclusion of acceptance, as his body and of any kind of sense began to come limp over towards that increasing more neurotic in conferenceful noise of all of those lives of every kind of existence of its own struggle of everything that it ever come to have existed before as he allowed himself to fall fully into it while leaning back as he thought it's swept and overthrew the last of his senses, and are connected collectively, all of those stories of the same sentiment ultimately, and the most emitter sweet end, with no significant hope or if anything different ever coming to change.

And with the last of his head twisted back and with himself letting out a deep thread of his own breath, he fell over within that knowledge entirely, until it overcame and fully within its conclusion. Rusted only in the fact that he was now wise enough to know that this was all what he could have had, for and that the only thing he could have given was to Fall entirely to that incomprehensible erect and thrush and sway command, and if desperation that would make up that incomprehensible knowledge that came along with what was known as the human sense of their interconnected bittersweet fight of life that had taken the both of them. And all of them collectively, and would and would continue to do so within their bittersweet and tanglement of the only thing ever worth living for whether acknowledged or not, bittersweet horns their suffering of fighting for it, time and time again.

There was a reaching out of a foot that was grazing up over the side The girl didn't body, and your hands that were placed over beside the ground that was in front of you.

"She fell out. Found her over on the outlandscape from the outside of the shield of where she was rushing. Probably better to take her in as quickly as much as we can and to not think about it too much, we just have to do what we can and to go from there. I've never seen anything like it, the way that the blue light was spewing and dressing up around her, seemed like she was sticking out her hands and thrashing and trying to pierce up into wretch herself up against it, trying to be able to throttle self out of it and to save herself from whatever it was that it was doing to her. I can't tell what to do about it yet."

Hands for grappled up over the side at the dust of the ground in front of you, your body was splayed with hair and tangled as it was displayed up and slipped up over towards a side of the end of your face. Your expression in the cut up of your skin was twisted in crumbled it back, your eyes flickered over and bleered as you did so as you kept your palms firmly grazed up aside the edge of the dirt of the space surrounding up over against from where your body was crashed up and over beside the ground-Your eyes, bleary and is pained as much as they were and we're for you could fix physically feel the way that there was a dry malted sense of the dry red that was traced up over against your expression made on almost impossible to be able to see over towards the space of your fingertips as you flipped open your eyes, grippled up over the side the end of the dirt that was in front of you, he could see the way that there is an aftermath of a deep smog of the burning of your hands that was left over with in its place up against the soft grappling over in the twist and the contortion of your hand with that several different burning twisted light that was taken up against your palms while you felt the way that equipped above her beside the dirt and the mud, and then began to release again, small flickers of electric light, flickering up over against inside of the turned up of your hands that was still muddled and clear over towards the paper of your palms, and then releasing again back over and into the dirt.

You could feel the way that your knees begin to gradually lift up over beside the dirt for that muggled up over against your skin, the way that your lips were open and parted up as you did so as you felt the way that there is that deep burning in that wretched cut up over against the inside of the sensitivity of your skin, and every movement felt like if it was some sort of betrayal from a deep week sickness and a latching up of a deep grieving weariness that was surrounded up against the paralyzation of your body, and a complete isolation that came along with that struggle that dressed and surrounded itself around you.

There was a small kick of a foot that was against one must have been the broken up torn fabric that was making up your body as a dressed up around your hips. There was another sound, and a calling out, and several different movements it would seem like scrapping over a feed up over against the side of the pavement and raised above her against where there was more connections of called out forms that was beside where the foot was generally grazed above against the side of your hip, and the shoe of it continuing to call out and poked and prodded up over against the dutchment of your weakness. You turned your head over from one side as you felt the way that your chin was buried up over beside the ground, fingertips crawling up over against the side of the edge of the space of the dirt again and then released, feeling a hot flash with your deep detriment of your fight or the desire of it but also feeling too weak to do much except to feel the way that there was nothing but a rolling rigidness of your own disgruntled disorientation, the deep ache that surrounded you, and of a disgruntlement of whatever it was I would have happened that would have caused you to shoot a permatoids that deep lostness and that was taking you now without even the slightest hope for any kind of sense of reconciliation outside of that deep sense of psychological and emotional disgruntlement, and as you turned your eyes and twisted it up over towards where you could see the way that the silhouette of would seem like the small music quick silhouette of a mouse was twisting his hands above against you while the silhouette of his face twisted from one side and over towards the next abruper towards the fog that surrendered beside the back of his head as he can too to kick his foot up against you, you only felt a small, measly, and a desperate attempt of flipping up your lips as you felt the dry weave seizing out over towards your throat, and then went over against your eyes as you pressed your chin back over into what felt like fairly mottled and typical cement again, has your chin began to graze back over against him besided while your body weakened and accepted over towards that deep sense of burning that was matched above rain against the trembling of your body.

"You have a name?" The hands began to reach up over beside your back, and the only thing of what you can do was allow your body to be raised to bend over beside the ground. Your hands grappled in and briefly did you let out a small edge of your own loan as you begin to feel the way that that's sickness was beginning to sweep up over against you again, and it felt as if your head had been sliced up over into several different sections as you began to feel the way of your body was lifted up over from the hands of the mouse looking over beside you. With your body limp in your hand twisted back you begin to feel the way that you were slowly raised up over from the thrush of the edge of the ground and the cut over of the cement, Halloween empty over towards it's hard pavement as you allowed your body even within its sickliness and disorientation be raised up over beside the mouse gazing up in front of you.

You allowed your body to twist back over beside the hands of the mouse, as he continued to call out to you, and tell his voice began to fault or above towards would seem like a complacent acceptance of your lack of response, any twisted to set it forward to the side, continuing to call up over towards the end of the rest of those that were continuing to call it over towards the wrong question, and kept his hands grabbed up barba towards the record nature of the ripping over of your dress as you allowed your body to be left at a barber beside the back of his hand. You could sense the way that there is a swing and a disgruntement from the way that he was holding you come up as he raised you up and earned as he began to make his way back over towards where he was calling out of her towards the crowd that was back from over beside his shoulder of where there could be several different mundane voices, questions, and vancouries are flashing out of her beside where they are calling out over towards them within their question. There is a vague aggravation to the way that they spoke to one another, but with your body firmly limp up over against the side of the mouse's hands, which felt as if they were raised in leather, did you begin to feel the way that he was swimming his body up over beside you even within the ripped tear of the side of your dress and the fog you had it appear discontentment of your mind as you begin to feel the way that you're being gently pulled over beside the mouse as he was taking his way above her towards where he was calling out and response towards those are raising out within their question beside him.

"You'll have to identify her quickly. She came like a star coming except she was a wretched and thrashing her hands up over towards all those various different sections of that neon light that was playing up over and around her body. With the way that she was flashing and contorting or cutting her aren't her hands up against it, it seems like that she was especially abrasive about it and that she was trying to be able to fight up against something but who knows what, clearly she didn't succeed and if anything she seems to be worse off for it. There's a deep grime of sicklin is to her, a deep get discontentment with everything that dresses up her air, her disposition, we'll have to do what we can to try to be able to collect her and do what we can and go from there, but we can't allow her to stay long unless we know who she is and what she's trying to do. If anything. almost seem like that she's a disgruntled wander from the outside but it's not possible for someone to stay with such a deep sense of physicality while trying to be able to navigate the way things are out there. So I don't know what she was expecting."

There was a burning cut of a flash that was inside of your headspace, and you could sense the disgruntled mania that came inside of you as if you're already dead, certainly taken away from the meaninglessness that made up the mindset of the way that you are as you felt the way of your body was generally suede from edge of the man's hands and felt as if he was passing him over towards what was another wanderer that was speaking up over towards the man as he began to take his hands underneath your body. Your hing twisted back as you began to feel the full ache of your bones, the emptiness and the unremarkability that trusted the form of your body as you were suede from one side of the embrace and over towards the next in between their palms. You could feel a deep sense of a want of protest, and emptiness in a deep aggravation of what you're trying to fight against Ghana but you could also feel a deep sense of what seemed like a grief and a mania and a fight that had gone on for long enough that you no longer had it within you to try to even attempt to fight up against it. Rather instead did you begin to feel the way that the curve of your body was traced up over from one hand of the mouse as he was talking over into a loaf, firm quote disgruntement over towards the other as he passed you over, your body swaying and the rags of your body begin to ease down from the side of your body of what you could feel had that same ache, sickness, detriment and exhaustion dressed up over on the form of your body, as your body was grazed over from one side and over towards the next, your eyes flickering out and over between them as you did so as you were supposed to go over between both sides of what was the transaction of what seem like two animals-their hands were trembling, their words low, and their air felt as if it was just as loveless as much as it could have been in terms of their trembling and sturdness as you were passed over from one side and over towards the next between them. Yet still, did you find that you couldn't move, but rather felt a deep complacency of exhaustion to feed, your eyes molted up and exhausted as you did so as you felt the way that you're passed up over between them. Your body curled in as you love it a small breath of a moon, while you felt the way that your body crawled up over against the end of the side of the animal that traced his hands up over against the side of the back of the cut-up of the form of the threads of what was left of your dress, of what you could feel were burning over with the deep rip and with various different burning so much to the point that it felt as if it had gone through some sort of coal that was dressing up over against your form from the way that it had cut and burned up over and into your dress. You could feel the way that you're almost somewhat forced above into a sitting position, as the hand grazed apart against the middle part of your back while you felt the way that with the soft moon you gradually forced your body to be raised up, and your eyes begin to flick her inward and outward from it Steve detriment of sickness, though you could barely manage it, and you could feel the way that there was a shocking throb of grief all the while as you were raised forward from the man that grades his hands up against you and lifted you forward towards his attempt of raising you up right and making sense of your disoriented gray and grime sickness that dress you up.

"I'll carry her over to the back, somewhere where everybody else won't have to be aware of her. From there, we'll do the best that we can. I can't imagine that anybody like this come as unusual as much as it would be whatever managed to survive in any kind of way that wouldn't be something that would cause for some sort of sense of justified alarm. She doesn't seem healthy, it seems to have a certain kind of poison to her, and I could see just how much you seem to have any kind of lack of any genuine sense of control if there's anything to go by from the way that she was wretching her hands over against the side of the illuminated light I was taking her earlier that she was so clearly trying to fight up against. What's important right now is that she doesn't upset the order that we have right now, it's bad enough as it is. It's been bad for a long time-her showing up, even just from the way that she was trying her best to be able to make sense of the clear mania that surrounded her, it seems like it was a warning right from the star for something to be completely disconnected and despised from. I don't know exactly what a story is but it doesn't seem to be anything that's reasonable or good or worthwhile."

"Grief, she's definitely a grief type. Something that would go over to the category of what seems like the deepest sense of it, no doubt."

There was would seem like a low, blunt, and Eric and acknowledgment that over that overcame the observation. Your body was swayed over from one side and over beside the next of the hand of the man that was keeping his hands grazed above her underneath from you. You could only focus over towards the fact that your body was aching as you trembled as you slowly begin to raise yourself up, though it seemed as if with the way that the man's hand was grace abore against the middle part of your already frail and cramped back, and with your eyes opening and then shutting up over again within that deep detriment of your disoriented fight that took you, that you were struggling to even so much as focus over towards anything except for the way that your body was cut up, and trembling and sick and tired as you felt the way that you were swaying from one side and over towards the next beside the back of the man's hand. He seemed to be forcing you to set up, and briefly you could hear the way that he was turning his attention over towards you as he spoke into a muddle dry tone of the edge of his word, but you couldn't manage anything except for what seem like that soft and desperate alarm of that vacant dryness of your tone, the complete bleary-eyed since the lostness of your word as you spoken nothing except for incomprehensible word, and the way of your head gradually lean back over against his arm as he began to pull you back and over towards the road, of what you could see the shadows of would seem like a city, more of the sentiment of Los Angeles more than you are for would have expected, responding above towards your eyes as you clearly opened up your expression and then close them again, your lips parted, as you saw the way that the buildings transvest and turned up over against your expression and while you felt the way that you gently raised up over beside the man's hand. Throughout the various different windows come all of which seemed as if they're drenched over some sort of red or the hue of it, was there the movement of both anamorphic and human the same there was trusting up over against the side of the windows as they called out and spoke over to one another with a quick functionality of each other and it would seem like a deep focus of the way that they are calling out over against one another, and disoriented disgruntled as much as you were, the only thing of what you could manage was to simply keep your eyes leaned back over the side the edge of the hands of the man, knowing that for the time being, though he may have not been able to speak your language or had any sympathy towards the fact, that he was the closest of what you could get for the time being of having something tell me in against for any kind of hope for understanding.

"You do better to open up, once you feel well enough to be able to do so. Anonymousness has only going to manage to get you even further scrunch and eyes around here and analyzed focused come and grime down. I promise you."

His hands reached out as he pressed it Barbara towards the middle side of the disgruntled form of your hair, and your eyes are red as you twisted your expression upright as you looked over from the in and out of the blariousness of the exhausted and the incredibly disoriented sickness that made up the extension of your eyes. You're the foot throat felt so dry, and it felt as if there was some sort of deep burning that was inside of it as you blinkered over your eyes, clearly opening up your words as you did so and then gently begin to ease your lips back downward again over towards the way that the hands were swayed up over against the form of your body. You could see the way that the man with some sort of burly fairly well-off structured human, although with his head twisted for it in front of him and with the red of the reflection of the city up in front of him it was clear that there was something about the way that he spoke that there was a deep detrimental bewildered exhaustion of defense to the way that he was trying and attempting to be able to narrate with you, thanks Austin fluttered all the way down to Barbara towards his face as he continued to drag you further forward and over towards what seemed like the fairly city busy city road around him, and yet, there is almost seemed as curiosity inside his eyes, as he flicked his expression down when he saw the way that you're sickly expression looked dermatowards him while you love it a soft hollowed edge of your wheezed breath come up continue to sway up against him as he continue to help you forward and over towards the city building surrounding the two of you.

"Yes, she's the one. We've been able to navigate for a little while now they're wretcheness of the way that she was moving forward even as she fought over towards whatever it is that was with her, we think it was a spasm of some kind of universal pull, something that it was trying to be able to do or respond or to fight with her with. I don't know what to do except to take her back over towards the back and we'll go from there, there's no point to do anything now except to except the chaos of that of which makes her up. Until then, we'll keep moving forward, it does seem to be that she seems to be someone that came more so from some sort of deep realm of grief, maybe she's one of those especially punished, I don't know, the only way to know is to continue to go forward and do what we can with that."

there was the occasional of acknowledgment that he spoke over towards would seem like the soft inquiry of those that were surrounding it begins his body, and himself responding towards it with the deep dismission as he did so as he continued to keep his hands for you just above against the form at the back of the swing up with a rip of your clothes and the twister against the end of the side of your body. Your eyes, which only felt as if they are more sickly, and you're despair and disgruntlement only getting worse the more that you are surrounded only continued open up and then closed again over within the burning of your expression, and you land your head back over against the side of his hands as you began feel a black dread beginning to overcome you the more that you're coming back over into the understanding of the isolation that surrounded you, and of the possibility of what surrounded ahead.

But you didn't dare move, or even so much is too much of anything, except to allow that deep grime of sickness and why you could almost feel was a deep edge of dusted complacency of exhaustion overcoming you, as you twisted your expression of Barbara towards a side and simply allowed your body to lean further perfect against the hands of the man he called out over to the rest. You could sense that he was readjusting his hands up over beside what was clearly you're disgruntled miserable extension of the edge of your hair, the way that he was breathing heavily as he did so and it seemed as if you were sending up over some sort of height of stairs. You could find nothing within you except to feel the way that your body swayed and twisted and contorted a perfect towards the side, and he'll find you let you let it a grime of a significantly deep disoriented tired breath as you felt the way that his hands were adjusted up against the form of your body, and he hesitated, turning as he looked over beside you, and then saw the way of your body generally began to ease backward and down above her beside the tension of his palms again,.

"Skin, it's burning. It's been burning for a while. Just trying to fight up against it, and the complication, I think I knew too much, or I was revealed too much for a time, I could feel it." Your words spoke about towards the exhaustion of the broken the way that you spoke, and your words felt as if they are quite literally being spoken over or over from a dry tube from the way you attempted to speak them. There was a deep hesitancy that came over beside the man as he kept his eyes flicker down up over the side the edge of the side of your body, the way that his eyes and his words were hard as he continued to graze a perva towards the little part of the back of your hair. He spoke nothing, but if there's anything to go by the vacancy of the look in his eyes and the reflection of the red of the culture that's surrounded him, the busyness in the grime and the constant sense of what seemed like some deep deep lack of complacency that's surrounded the area, it was clear that there was some sort of deep sickly confliction that was within him that spoke that you would fara since gone anywhere of what you knew that you would have been able to do to find any kind of sense of hope, or of anything that would have been of the sentiment or akin to it.

He spoke over towards a sharp quick word, and twisted it set up our towards the side as he did so as he began to open up a Santa Barbara beside a door, one that sounded as if it was fairly modern all things considered, as you heard the way that the door knob on clicked as he began to respond as he began to eat his body inside and took you out for towards the side of the end of the bed. Has your body swayed while your eyes are flickered while you felt the way that you lean forward up against the side of his hands you heard the way that he began a gently lean you back over and beside the edge of a bed and that was next to you. It was the first thing of what you had experience now that felt as if it was similar of a towards what you would have expected, and your eyes flicked as your head turned up over towards the side as you begin to feel the way that you gradually arrested as your body leaned and itched downright, and felt the way that with the release that your body was twisted out over the The scene and the feel of several different bed sheets as your body twisted in contorted down right, I slippering in red, until you felt the way of your body is down and over the side the sheets of the pillow underneath you.

"You're not going to have any time alone. And off for as long as you don't have any kind of explanation for yourself. We already had to use so many resources time energy observation and focus just to make sure that that direct thrashed when neon ball that you were initially fighting came down here and over towards his place to begin with, clearly you're dressed up in fear and horror and I understand that, you have to understand that we are too and that there's nothing that we can do except to keep going down with that truth until we find some way to come to a wreck amend or an amend with it. I'll leave you some time to wake up, but only because I don't know what else to do with you."

"I'm halfway through" Your voice spoke through the twos of the dryness of your throat, your body raising above from the middle of the sheets as you did so as you spoke it over towards the dry desperation of your word as you lifted yourself over from the sign the bed. Your lips were cracked and you could still feel the way that there is that blue grime and that twist of neon fog those latching up over beside your body, and you could hear the way that the man began to turn as he snown his way back over towards the door but as you spoke out with the desperate trembling of your tone, you turned as you saw the way that he bonds does he used his hands up over beside the door. He twisted his eyes appropriate besides you as you looked over towards the blurriness of the edge of your tone, any paused for a moment, his eyes flashed over into it seemed like a twisted over question as he pressed his hands above towards the door before he had dropped his palms up against it as he turned and looked over towards you. Your eyes flick it as you looked over beside him, hands grazing over beside the sheets as you gripped onto it despite the ache and the burning that was inside of your palms, you know lips opened, your head twisted back, as you felt the way that there was a hot and a word and outward cold from the edge of the side the blurriness of your eyes as you turn and looked over towards him as his eyes were hard and glared up over against you. There seem to be something inside of his eyes that wanted to be complacent with you, that wanted to be focused and readjusted with you as best as he was able to, but as he kept his script over beside the doors he looked up against you you could see that true fear that was inside of his eyes, the unhealth the disgruntement, even the deep fear that was dressing up his true form of his thought. Even through the mental and the emotional deep sickness of that of what you are fighting against and held, you swallowed, turning as you looked over towards him through the blurriness of her eyes, and grazing your hands apart against the sheets managed to swallow as you looked up against him with her knot as you spoke;

"You're not going to be able to achieve anything that you want if you keep doing it with aggravation. I'd like to be able to think that you could know that now, at the very least."

The man's eyes flashed any graced his hands up over beside the door, and with the disgruntled flash over a heat of his eyes he twisted as he looked over towards you with his lips raised, and it seems as if there was a vague disgust or from the way that he looked over beside you as he gradually opened up the door and swung it open.

"You're tired and you're delirious, you've barely had a chance of being able to have any kind of sense of yourself at all. Focus on what you need to-from the chaos of the unhealthy way that you were initially blasted down above from the space of where we found you in the thrashing over of thin nail light that was surrounding up against you in the first place, you're at the farthest thing from someone that should be able to manage having to tell anyone else about anything right now. If you have any kind of truth, I would suggest trying to be able to find it now. Although if you were initially thrushed over and punished over by the universe to begin with to the extent that you were, I have no idea why on earth you would ever think that you had any chance for control to begin with or why you ever would."

You closed your eyes over from the spy to the way that you heard his words, natural instinct as you did so as you gave a small trembling breath as your body crawled a boy from MSU He's your body backward and beside the edge of the sheets coming hitching your hands as you grow up against it again as you simply rolled up your shoulders, eyes closed, and allowed your body to gradually sway back over beside the sheets again, which felt clean well enough, though they smell smelled a smog and of smoke, and a various other elements that would have suggested or disgruntled hard and disoriented work, more than it would have if anything else.

"There's nothing that I can do to help you.' You spelled out the words into a last and deliriousness, but your voice still called out as much as you could manage as you looked over towards where the man began to step his way out and over from the door. He has a tated, though it was clear that he was already focused on going back over towards some loud poisonous meandering that was happening over from the outside. At first, especially as his shoulders curled in, it was clear that he had no intention of turning around even so much as acknowledge what was clearly what was considered your meaningless incomprehensible knockled end of word, but after Mom and he tells her to decide as he looked up Barbara beside you with his eyes flashed up, and with his hands pressed up over beside the ball, as you looked over you with what seemed like a flash of what hits his own question heated and a scrundled as size twisted up against you while he waited for you to speak. You readjusted your sickly body even though you could feel how difficult it was to be able to move, your body began to readjust in turn as you did so as you gave a slight edge of your own sickly breath as you look to barber towards him as your body readjusted, swallowed, and then spoke a Barbara towards him again as you looked over at him through the dryness of your throat and looked over towards him with a deeper content this time, trying to be able to find whatever kind of searching that you could over towards what was wrong with you within your own muggled misery, if only for the sake of desperately wanting to be able to try to appease over towards the man as and for the sake of trying to be able to pee as your own sickness as you looked over towards him directly and called out again:

"I don't know about this culture, but I can tell that it's already completely lost its way, that's not going to do for long, and everything out there is chaos. Everything that I was surrounded by might have been chaos but I can already tell that it was for something that was ever greater than just at the initial feeling of someone that sells themselves for vacancies, I don't know how to be able to get to where I need to be, but I can tell you now, that you're not going to be able to go back out there and get anything worthwhile if there's anything to go from the way that it felt, even just for a moment being out there, surrounded by that chaos."

Your voice was as weak and as measly as much as it would have been expected, but still did you continue to speak as you twisted your eyes up over beside the man. His eyes flashed up over against you in the pound that was on his future seemed as if it was especially strange, the pout up over against his eyes as he looks you over while his hands was pressed up against the side of the door swing up over the side itof his hesitancy, his expression raised a boyfriend to a deep grime of his question for a moment as he's flashed his eyes and looked you over within his discontentment, although whether it was at you specifically, or most of the words of what you had spoken, it was hard to be able to tell.

'You have a very small possibility of being able to find anything within this culture that's going to help you. You might feel like they have all these resources and people that are on your side but the chances for anything that's truly good or worthwhile or remarkable is incredibly small. You think that I ended up where I did because I had the opportunities to be able to meet those that I was deeply meant to be able to love by the chance that they were able to see me for all the intimacy? It was the opposite."

Slowly, although it was only through it seemed like gradual shards of disgruntled words and of thought, where you began to come back over towards something, whether it was a narrative or something similar that was slowly beginning to come back to you as it swept up over and into the block of your suffering, what you were beginning to realize which was being severely over suede and disoriented from the random blast out of where you had them pushed over towards to begin with. But you could feel the way that there is a natural instinct of fight that was now began to overcome you, and it seemed as if he was quite likely trespassing over something into your air and disposition that was begging to be executed within its knowing, and as you spoke while your lips parted as you twisted your eyes but blurry and as dry as much as they were up over towards the man, you could see that doubt and that deep flicker inside of him, the knowing in a strange way over towards the words that we spoke of the predictability of the richness from the system and if it's chaos from the outside.

His lip raised up for a mom and does he looked up over against you and then, indicating it set up over beside you firmly he spoke with a blunt dismissive word as he slowed the beginning to shut the door further, although it was clear within the confliction of his complacency that he had made of just his decision of any kind of deniability of genuine connection, and slowly step his way back as he spoke out to you harshly before shutting the door:

"You're only truth right now is to focus on getting restified anybody in my culture will talk to you then."

You turned your head over to the side as you begin to feel a particularly large cut up over towards your throat, and you found the way that it was such a contortion of a deep unpleasantry, as well as that black discontentment of emptiness that was within you that your body physically raised up, your head twisted and loan forward as you begin to feel the way that there's a sharp breath that overcame you as you heard the way that the door shut. You could feel the way that your chest was beginning to become overcome with that deep wretched exhaustion inside of your body, the way that there was still yet that blue entertangled cobweb that happened surrounded up against you when you had initially been taking a barber towards the sky of the atmosphere to begin with. Your head turned it over to the side, your lips trembling in eyes closed as you did so, and you began to feel the way that there is that deep discontentment of neuroticism that was taking up against her body further. You began to feel the way of your body and your skin was beginning to break out over into a sweat, and it felt as if the more that you're sitting above towards that sickliness the more that you're becoming aware of the true depth of that of which came along with its in remarkability, the dressing up if it's misery that twisted up over against the form of your body as you thought the way that you're sweat only slick the deeper up over beside your skin.

You slowly were beginning to open up your eyes, but the only thing of what you were aware of was that deep emptiness that was surrounding up against you for one must have been in the system that happened me that was calling out from the window. Your head twisted up over towards where you could gradually see a Barbie towards where there was a deep blood of red window that was coming up over from the entrance I was up against the side of your eyes, the way that your expression twisted and leaned back over towards the edge of where you could hear the way that the voicees were calling and thrashing out, the way that there was an implosion, a side step, a sweep over of the grime of the way that the others that must have been a part of the city were calling out over and against to one another and you felt the way of your eyes were once sin, as you felt still that deep burning, that blue spark up against your hand, and the twist over of your body as you kept breathing heavily and twisting your head at perpet towards a side of where you could hear the way that those voices continue to call out within their disgruntement in the edge of the latch out of their words of over towards would seem like that incredibly abrasive need for any kind of survival happening over from the outside.

Your expression grimace to come up and you could feel another cut that was up against your throat from the dryness again but more importantly, would felt like that deep discontentment of a throttled cut of neuroticism that was taken for against your mind. Your expression twisted, your body lined up as you slowly were forced to come over towards the atmosphere that was surrounding you, whether you would have liked it or not, until your eyes within their exhausted misery so they begin to raise himself up from the edge of the side of the bed even as you continue to grapple your hands above her against it within your fear. Your eyes twisted up, and you could feel the way that within your cold sweat your gradually began to come back to yourself, your eyes twisted forward, breathing heavily up over towards the abrasive deep lack of exhaustion that took up against you, and tried your best to be able to come back to yourself within the reality of that of which surrounded you what, whether admitted or not, it was an incredibly deep discomfort of something that seemed like a twisted transaction from whatever it was that it taken you before that I've been that blew erratic twist of light, and what had been for all the reasons of what you could remember it, something that had been a deep manic neuroticism, something bad for all of its chaos should have so essentially killed you over towards it Steve detriment of harrogance the twist over in a throng of that of which had taken it, and of being left over with the deep wide of that of which surrounded you know and contrast of the mundaneity that's surrounded you from those around the outside, almost too much to be able to come over towards the terms with in terms of the deep contrast that was surrounding you up against it currently within It's chaos, but Monday and, and bewildered, and not even having that deep sense of would seem like a thrashing neuroticism of spirituality of what had existed before, trying to attempt to know what to do with you and to whatever way that it could have managed to have come up with.

You swallowed, continuing to breathe heavily as you did so as your eyes flashed up right until finally your eyes flooded up over towards the red of your expression, and then come up with your hands grazing for other Barbara beside the sheets, before your skin that was looking up within it sweat good graze up against it, did you feel the way that your body trembled as you slow they began to raise yourself up over and into a sitting position. You felt the way of your body was twisting and swaying back as you began to feel the way that your hair, disgruntled and selected beside your lips and twist of her against your cheek caused you to twist and look over towards the room the ground you, which had a certain kind of suffocated deep or red air around it as you did so as your body swayed a barbitored the side and twist it as you looked up around it. Your lips pressed together, and then fall dirt again, and you began to realize that you had nothing inside of you to significantly respond above it towards the chaos of what you could hear that's going from the outside would seem like moving and raising up directions hands and of calls up over towards one another, there was a deep decided melancholy that was calling it from the outside of those that were latching out and working together, and your eyes snapped over as you looked over beside the hop open window, the way that there was a breeze, disgruntled and burning up over against the side of the edge of its panel, and they continue twist and call out in the forms of what seem like something that was a solace as much as you could ever remember having experienced previously, and you almost found yourself wishing to be able to have that desperate surreal neuroticism surrounding it against you from those blue lights again, the twist and the cut up that made it from the way it's rounded up against your vision, as you turned and looked abruptly above towards the end to the side of the red of the window take you Barbara towards the trembling up over against the side of your eyes as you turned and looked out over towards where there was that increased call out of would seem like an increasingly dense more arrogance.

Feeling a certain kind of panic, You begin to twist and stumble your way outside of the back of the band, raising your hands upright as quickly as much as you're able to as you begin to stumble your way further above towards the end of the window, grazing your hands up against it as you did so as you attempted to be able to shut it-your eyes still felt blurred and it almost felt as if you could have been drunk, and from the disgruntlement that made up your headspace from that of which the flashing neon lights had done to you, and the twisting of what had been the several different components that had flashed at the as they had raised in turnip over the side your body as they had moved and contorted your hands up over beside the edge of the window. Your head kept turning up over towards the side, your eyes twisting as you looked over towards where you try to see up over towards the modeled red fog as best as you're able to, your eyes flickering over frantically beside where you could see the way that there is a gradual hopping of movements of the same citizens that have been there before that you had seen between the blurriness of your eyes previously. Your hands were trembling coming and you felt a certain dread but at the same time curiosity overcoming you as you twisted your eyes and looked over to where you could see the way that the silhouettes of the several different busyness in the shouting out of the increase demands of those that were washing out from the outside increased, and as you looked over towards the red fox around you, though admittedly difficult to be able to look through, you could see that gradually there was several different buildings that were now became just surrender itself over it to the front of your eyes. Your hand's good further over beside the window still as you look up over between the horizon of those that were surrounding at say talked and called out over towards one another, the various commands, but as you begin to listen intensely at further still, you begin to feel, to your surprise, something that had been the last thing of what you have been expecting, which was a soft way that the citizens were talking over and against to one another, but into a way that almost seemed as if it was more so of a community kind of way, rather than being of anything that was of genuine actual true conflict or anything similar to it.

Despite the strange amount of the piece I was kind of from your eyes you slowly begin to raise your hands up over beside the window still and tell, firmly, you begin to shut it up over against her hands. Your eyes were low and faltered up over with your own emotion and you could still feel that deep wretched sickness that was up against your body but focusing over towards the way that the window still was gradually shut, you felt a certain kind of deep complacent piece that was overcome you now, and your lips pressed up together further, and your head turned down, as you begin to step your way back and over from the loud noise that was coming apart from the space of where they're calling out against to one another until I was shut out against and separated from your hand entirely.

a sickness overcame you as your body troubled as you began to look down over towards the burnt down of your curled and down and disgrindled body, and if everything of what had become of you from the way that you've been fighting and perfect towards their radicism of the blue light that had taken you before. Your eyes twisted down over towards a trembling of your hands as you turn and looked at Barbara towards the side of your palms, your fingertips pressed up over beside your skin as you look dervous towards the burning churn that made up against your hands as your eyes flicked up over towards the side of where there was a blue light, almost as if it had either been marked, or as if it had a certain kind of burning shard up against it, as your eyes blinked over with you and frustrated concentration in study while you looked up over towards the cut of the blue light that was inside of your fingers, in between the spaces of the bones of your hand, and generally ratchet above her towards the side of your body It seemed as if it was a deep marking of whatever it was that you had gone through to have gone to that point to begin with.

There was another large and abrasive shout, and your eyes snapped up back over towards where you would just close the window and although it had silenced at the chaos happening from the outside, there was still it seem like a deep detriment of the sound of the disgruntled turn of what seemed like both that attempt of community but at the same time that in deniable sound from the outside that was a suggestive melancholy and if a deep emptiness of Monday and today that was coming from the culture of what surrounded from the outside. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked further above towards the red fog those surrounding a barbitoid the small question of your eyes as you looked up further still until, has your eyes began to adjust a probi towards the red fog in front of you your eyes cleaned up further as you begin to see the way that the red fog was now beginning to be slightly pierced up over towards your vision. with your lips together as you turned your eyes up as you twisted your eyes and pierced further above towards the red fog, you slowly begin to recognize the way that the city was clearly something that was meant to be dressed up into the same air as Los Angeles but, rather than being something that was simply of the flat line base of the atmosphere the way that you would expect it in the past and there was something that seemed like a twist of a troll of an architecture up in front of you, clustered up various buildings that were stacked and put up over and against one another that was now began to twist and for a further the blame over towards the air in front of your expression, it seemed as if every single building was placed above towards one part of what seemed like a massive and increasingly more height and swirl, which was twisting up and congested up against himself and surrounded with various different cells of the city buildings, of which we're all as busy from one citizen and over towards the next as he rushed over from one building and over towards the next, their voice is called out, commands of latching beside of another, and the flickering of the city lights coming up as it seemed to give away over towards a deep cone of a gradual spiral that eventually let it forever towards a height of that you couldn't even see or imagine as you twisted your head up further to follow it, but it seemed as if the height of the cone was eventually dragged up in taken entirely over beside the red light that was surrounding up against the pinnacle nature of the cone of it.

A strange feeling of melancholic right over Cameo, and your lips pressed up together as you let out a small cry as you begin to step your way back from the side of the window. Your hands pressed up over beside the pail of your expression, and you felt a deep, exhausted disoriented red began to overcome you for a moment as you step your way back from where you could hear the way that the voice is work continuously beginning to call out over and beside each other. You twisted your head back over towards the bed, which was strange to barber towards would seem like in a different red light, nothing except for it seemed like a poke over of the red of the following that was surrounding up against you as you twisted and looked aparver beside it, your eyes were load and faltered with your fingertips pressed up over beside your lips as you turned, and saw the way that it was gently glamored out over beside the window as it traced up against the model of the sheets surrounding perpet towards the soft melancholy of your expression while you turn and looked over towards it.

your head turned over towards the door and that the man had just shot to come in your lips faltered as you raised up your shoulders as your hands pressed up over beside the pail of your skin, and twist it your eyes while your lips faulted as you turn and looked over towards where he had shut it with a significant statement, and you could tell that you weren't meant to leave, certainly not anytime soon. But your eyes, sickly as much as they were beginning to twist back over towards the side of where you could see the way that that structure of the cone and of the city in front of you continue to spiral up over towards your expression as your lips tremor to come up and your eyes twisted as you looked above her against it, gazing over to the side of what seemed like that increasing more melancholic strange seriality that was making up the structure of the city and of the people and if it's called your surrounding you of what you couldn't quite understand, but you did understand well enough to know that whatever kind of sickness of what you had been latched on to, it had been the last place of where you had intended to end up. And the sickness come above all's, was indeniable.

Your eyes turned up over to the side, and your lips trimmer and as you begin a trip over your feet while you begin to rush away up over to the door. Your expression was launched to Barbara with the deep exertion of your exhaustion and disgruntlement as you begin to rush away above or it's the doors you tripped up your feet, uncertain as to what you would go or where you would go but knowing that above everything else that you couldn't stay over into that dry and dead red bedroom, especially not at the command of one of the people that had decided within this culture to throw you over there to begin with. You tripped over the side of your feet, letting out a small cry as you begin to rush away above a towards the doors you did so as your expression was curled in as you begin to make your way over towards the side of the handle. Your hands pressed up over beside the door knob, and your heart lurched as you begin to wonder if it was locked, but as your hand pressed up over against you could hurt the way that there is a click and then slowly, with a hesitant shove of your shoulder and with a soft grunt, you saw the way that the door gradually opened up and responded over towards your attempt of raising it outward.

Your head turned over to the side, as you looked at Barbara towards the fairly mundane hollow hallway that was in front of her expression. Your hands pressed up over the side at the edge of the door as you slowly begin to open it out, and your expression was lowered and faltered within your deep emptyness of your disorientation as you turn and looked over towards the hallway in front of you. Your lips were dry, and your throat was closed and as you looked over towards the red hallway in front of you from where the man had to call out to called out and then left you, you only felt further inspired to find it against the emptiness despite your own sickness and weakness I was taking you, rather than less.

"What are you doing out?"

You're roughly jumped from the way that there is a word, abrasive and blend that latched out over towards you. You stepped your way back as you twisted over and gazed two doors where you could see the way that there is a quick splay of a movement that was taking above of beside a woman that was rushing her way down and bend over through the hallway. Her eyes were widened up over and do it seem like a deep red, and as her slick body began to rush way down with her high heels, dressed up over into a lather of what seem like an especially dressed up twist of various different feathers and of delicacies and dressed up arbitrage the multicolor of the peacock of her feather, she twisted her eyes a barber towards you into a deep sharpness of her word, her body just have been to a sleep form of a dress that adored him over against her body, but the fire and the defiant center of her eyes was in denial bless you twisted her head, gazing and the camp over at you with the deep firm question, only latching itself further and deeper while she looked over at you with the burning extension of a question for a moment of all guiding rise over against two with a firm insistence as her eyes snapped up over against the form of your body.

"I can't be here." But even as you spoke it you could feel the way that you're sickness, the way that you had been fighting up against the blue light clearly had left you with as little energy as much as you have been dreading paid your body began to step back, but you tried to find it within yourself to hold true to your own, miserable as much as you were, as you turned your eyes to finally a barber beside the woman as she continued to display herself further up against you, her eyes were defiant and her expression twisted above against the form of her body and to her disbelief, as she continued to dress her eyes up against you into our challenge while she looked you over, deep disorientation up against her features as she gland rise up against you and to a sharp tone of her own expression while she looked you over with the heat of a challenge.

"We don't allow anybody to leave here. Not unless they're under some sort of specific permission in the first place, and if there's anything to go by from the way that you look I'm going to assume that you don't have many. I can't tell you or let you go."

Her voice was quick and a prompt us or I snapped out she looked you over, and your body stood back as you did so, humbled only by the fact that you were more sick than you knew what to do with, and certainly more than you felt as if you could manage to be able to fight up against. Your hands pressed up against your skin as you twisted your eyes down as your lips pressed up against your body, and the woman can do to look over you with a sharp gleam of her eyes and then twisted her hands back over towards the door from what you would come out with. You turned as you looked over the side or, your body crawled in as you kept your hands troubled up over beside your dress that was clearly ripped up and torn beyond what you knew what to cope with, and the peacock size, drenched over and harsh as much as they were, twisted over against you for a moment with what seem like a soft gleam of pity, but her eyes snapped over against you again within a quick morning, as she turned her hands up over the side of the door and then with the quick snap of her hands begin a jab it open and forced you to go back inside as her body leaned sharply against it.

Her eyes looked over at you saw him early, better sweetly, and almost with an extension of an apology, but her eyes quickly flashed up over the side her beak, and she snapped her at firmly as she indicated for you to make your way back inside. Her eyes continue to snap up over against the side of her body as she twisted her expression up against you, and there was a slain bittersweet apology at she gleamed her eyes of against you but still a firm insistance, and she snapped her eyes up against you firmly and she indicated for you to begin to make your way inside but you close your eyes, collected yourself and then shook your head as you snapped her eyes and looked out over at her with an attempt of your own rejection, step in your way back as you look forward her with the soft attempt of your own attempt as you looked over at her with a sense of your own exhausted rejection.

She snapped her head down, and she looked as if she was adorned with several different jewelry and fancy adoration of decor, several different earrings or spilling up over beside the feathers of her face and the side of her profile, assuming as if she was someone that was dressed up over into it must have been a particularly favored position.

"You must be important, whoever you are." Her hip needs to depart from the side the door until she opened up further even as it cost you to step back, and her eyes snapped over bitter sweetly over against you as she looked over you as if she was attempting to analyze you, uncomfortably, you allowed yourself to be gently looked over beside the flashing at the side of her expression, her and twisted and turnip over towards the side as she kept her eyes snapped over against you within the bittersweetness of her week as she claimed her eyes and looked up over beside the end of your body while she looked you over. There is a certain kind of heart analysis up against her eyes, something that would have suggested at least a little bit of compassion or reasonability similar to the way that the other man had himself, although it was clearly underneath some sort of guide of what seemed like something that was a brainwashed resisted defiance, as she twisted her eyes and looked you over, with what seemed like a muddled sense of petty, but still with an abrasive sense of it seems like some kind of fight inside of her that was a part of the way that things were structured with in the culture, even if it's served within the heaviness in her eyes to make her miserable. "The only put the best in the deepest cases up here, mainly half of the time just to make sure that they're not going to end up ruining anybody or causing any kind of disarray anymore than we already have to put up with enough as it is. Whatever it is that you did, it must be something that's of a special remarkability, although I don't know if it's necessarily in a good way or for a good reason."

"I'm suffering." The words came out into an awkward, surprised admitted confession, but nonetheless did you speak it. You pressed your lips together, and you felt the way of your shoulders rolled as you saw the way that her eyes flashed up over at you with the vague surprise for a moment over towards the way that you spoke towards her. Your eyes flashed down right, and you felt a certain kind of embarrassment beginning to overcome you, your hands reached up over beside your elbows in your eyes snapped down right, and you felt the way your lips generally muddled up into a soft extension of your own bewilderment, and odd shame for a moment, knowing that you're stepping over into a boundary that might have been the very core of why things were the way that they were or why they have been structure the way that they had, and that it would do very little to try to be able to amend you and learn how much you would have wanted to believe that it would. Your hands grazed over beside your elbows, you're a twisted apartment towards the side as you felt the way with your body flashed and tremored as she looked over at you and to her inquiry.

"I think that I came here as a punishment. Something that was beyond anything of what I suppose this culture is meant to know about and if you do, clearly you're fighting up against it."

She tilted her head over to the side, looking over at you in an increasing inquiry.

"You're not someone that was sent here specifically for the sake of trying to be able to affect us, are you? We've heard of your kind before, and we've had more than one events more than you might think of an incentricity that was quite lovely made to make us feel, or perhaps to challenges, and to force us to be able to see things first hand in terms of how we might be failing ourselves, granted, it always ended up being a threat more than we knew it to cope with, and we always end up doing away from from it after a while rather than listening anyway. Tail is oldest time around here, really. And no doubt going to happen again, whether it would be justified or not for you to show up here to be here to begin with, and I have no doubt that to an extent that's probably true. But nobody around here is going to take the time to listen unless you can prove that there's any reason as to why we shouldn't just do with you what we should, believe me, I know that the way that these citizens think around here, what they're like, and they're not going to be able to appease this kind of attitude, not for very long."

"I was brought here by an energy, or a force that was something that already had its own decision, or that had already decided to some degree about what it wanted to do, in about what it wanted me to try to be able to focus on and to follow. I don't think that I was brought here over on my own accord, and I don't think that I was brought here because I'm trying to figure out some kind of purpose, I think I was brought here specifically from some sort of predestined since of intention that's beyond what I'm meant to know, but I can't do that if I'm being trapped and corrupted if I can't even think straight or try to get a chance to know what that is."

You seem to be a slight, bittersweet trembling than overcame the peacock over at your words, as if you had spoken something that had admitted some kind of bitterness outside of her. Her eyes continue to flash as she looked you over without saying much of another word for moment Desiree's Glee and fall she twisted and looked you over and then, turning her head back over towards that dry and bottled and that's dying in bedroom her eyes flicked up against it with a brief, distant consideration for a moment, that sad assuming as if it was only increasing. You turned your head over to the side, and without saying another word you roll your hands before against your shoulder as you begin to rush yourself down and put over towards the red hallway. But just as quickly did you begin to hear the way that her body snapped out from the door, and her head twisted above towards the side as she saw the way that you're beginning to rush yourself down, and you flinched as you begin to hear the way that she called out with her abrasive desperate word as she spoke:

.

'You can't leave! You can't go down there. You have to stay here, you understand me? No matter what you think is going on you're not allowed to just go against things, not right now!"

Her voice was latching out into a certain kind of attemptive power and you only flinched upon hearing it, pressing your hands further over against your shoulders as you did so but, sickly as much as you were and with the miserable rags it against your bodies nonetheless did you continue to rush your way down above it towards that red deep foggy hallway. Your feed, which were cut up and had those various different projected blue lights that was used up over against your skin, the turn and the mug and the cut up over against your hands and the tarring up against a continuitively and further if against your skin but still did you press your lips together as you continue to rush away down up and over towards the hallway as quickly and with as much focus as you can manage. You let it a soft swear when you begin to hear the way that she called out over towards you with an abrasive demand again as her words called out but, you only continue to trip over your feet as quickly and as desperately as much as you're able to, feeling the way they gave up a soft cry, and still rushing yourself down to Barbara towards the hallways quickly as you're able to, following intuition alone, and knowing that it was the only thing of what you would have had to bring you even slightest sense of that indescribable clarity that had been the only thing that it ever managed to give you the will to continue to endure to begin with Ghana even as it had always gone against a reason every time without fail.

The peacock didn't chase after you, which surprised you, as you heard the professionalism in the abrasiveness so she continued to call out over towards you. You loaded a small cry as you twisted your head above towards a size you pressed your hands above her I can decide of the red laddered wall for a moment, your body bent forward as you did so as you heard the way that her voice continued a latch out as she continue to call it over towards you but, once you knew for the time being that you were away from any kind of call that you would have had You twisted your head down, rolled up your shoulders, and with your hands trembling up over against the side of the wall, kept your hands grappled and troubled up against it as your eyes flicked as you twisted and felt the way of your body tripped as you curled yourself over and against the side of it. Your eyes snapped up as you turned and looked over towards where you could hear the way that the peacock woman had called out down up in overthrew the red hallway, but even as your lips continue to tremor and as your eyes turned up over towards her, it was clear that she had already moved on, at least for the time being, and that instead rather there was a swear from her body, a twist from the way that she began to turn away from where she'd called out to you with such desperation, a twist over of her word, and you could hear the way that those large high heels in the way that they flungked up over against the side of the hallway was now began to turn as she began to with a quick pace rush away down a barber towards the other space of where she had come. You only breathed quicker for a moment as you looked over against her as you tried your best to find any kind of sense of peace you could get as you heard the way that her feet cloned up over beside the hallway, and then twisted, your voice caught up over towards a detriment of exhaustion, rolled up your shoulders, and then with the side cry twisted your eyes back over towards where you couldn't see that you would press your hands above towards the stairs, or which were as loud that up over towards with would seem like a deep red inventation, a stagnant and as empty and his helpless as much as you could have been imagined to come up but as you look down over towards that you felt yourself accepting it, rather than turning, and with a soft edge of your own focus cry and exhaustion you rolled up her shoulders, and, gripping your hands at Barbara towards the rugged rags that dressed around your body, begin a trip as you rushed away down at ben over beside the stairs as you begin to ease your hands and you're just up against your palm as you rushed your way down and bend over it down the steps in front of you while you attempted to keep the misery of your breathing to a minimum as much as you could hope to be able to do so.

You twisted your head over the side of your shoulders, your lips faltered as you turn and looked over towards where you couldn't hear the way that she had passed away back down and overthrew the hallway. Your lips pressed together as you felt the way that there was that lavish turnip over against your body as your body kept grouped over towards the side at the end of the walls, and you force yourself to snap over away from her form, swallowing thickly as you looked over towards the empty stag and so if the red stairs in front of you, and twisting your hands further up against the side the edge of your cut down rags, force yourself to begin a trip down up against the stairs to rush yourself down if an over towards a quickest and the most clear exit that you could hope to be able to find.

Your hands, trembling as much as they were and still having that flicker of that blue light in front of them, continue to grays out over against the side of your hand as you kept turning your head over towards the side of every single wall while you continue to make your way down as best as you're able to up over towards the space surrounding you, which was really nothing more except for would seem like empty stagnant hallway, after empty stag and hallway as you begin to rush away as quickly as much as you're able to it Barbara towards the steps, and turned your eyes up over towards every single layer of where you went just to make sure that you were going into anything that would have reassembled either danger or the very least to wear in a skill now but every single one just let us a single stagnant different hallway got them and then the next and the next, until finally you made your way down to something that seemed more like an entrance, rather than something that would have led to yet another stagnant of whatever it was that they would have used to have been able to often trapped people that were within your circumstance. It was drenched in the same amount of that red stagnant horrowing light, and you began to hesitantly a trip your way up over towards the inside of where you could see the way that there was that a desk that was waiting up over towards the front and on the outside, a stoic, city like glass door raising out from the outside of where it would eventually let it over towards that half complacent community, half strange exhaustion, and half sin that would be waiting up for you to be either become a part of it or destroyed from it that was waiting up over from the outside.

Although you were aware of how helpless you were coming your hands trembled up over the side the ripped rags of your dress as you looked hesitantly out over towards the door in front of you, and you twisted your eyes frantically as you looked over towards where you could see the way that there was a movement of a body that was sitting up behind the back of the red lathering of the desk that was in front of your inquiry. Your hands troubled up over beside your palms, your eyes gently flickering as you twisted and looked up over beside where you could see the way that there it seemed as if the body that was sitting behind it was just a pervertard several different lathered particularly heavier rooms that was chronic up over against the body. Hesitantly did your eyes flicker up over beside the body as you begin to trip over your feet and claimed and looked up over beside its energy, your lips fondered in your eyes twisted over against the side where you could see the way that there is a black molded energy that was taking up over against it, sitting up over beside a chair, although you couldn't tell whether it was annamorphic or human yet, and was only aware of that lather row but that was just up over against the form of its body, sitting in with seemed like that's complacent as much as it could be over between the red heavy light that was drenched up over towards that question of form of its misery that was taking up against its body as it sat up over behind the back of the desk.

It's head snapped up, and you stepped back from where your body, your ankles, as a wretched in his cut up and is miserable and as stumbling as much as they were, have probably stepped in troubled back as you looked over from the where the fragility of your wretched feminine to feminine Aaron disposition had has still even walking yourself up over through that red and stoic and impossibly empty office space that's around at you. You stuck your way back abruptly with your feet following just as quickly when you saw the way that the head snapped up from where it was sitting so stoically over behind the desk, as you twisted your way back you could see it with a slight surprise that there was a luminosity of the eyes of the glaming over a frog that snapped it said above towards your direction, I exclaiming and twisting and throttling up over towards the end of the side of your direction as you gave a small breath of shock, stepping and twisting your way back upon seeing the way that it's size snapped to Barbara towards your favor, and could see the way that even underneath that red a rich stack and lights surrounding it, that the frogs body, stout in his curled in and as unidentified as much as it was in terms of whether it was happening miserable or stout they crawled in with some sort of deep exhaustion disorientation, that there was a flash taking barbatore and so is large aluminous eyes, that you could see a soft femininity within it to come up and tell your body slowly begin to ease down and falter as you looked over beside the dressing up of those large aluminous gleaming eyes, your expression jelly folded as you twisted and looked above her against it, and saw the way that it's eyes stopped up over against you with the form of its own simple inquiry, as a twisted and looked up over towards you with a dense curiosity glaming up over towards those large aluminous gleaming eyes, that twisted as it looked over at you with a quick silent inquiry for a moment, though it did not speak anything more significant than that, at least for the time being as it looked you over and waited for you to speak.

You swallowed, and you look down over towards your wretched in your curl down hands and over against the ripped up sheets of the dress that was taking up against you. You flinched as you begin to see the way that the blue light that was already drenched in from the curled above against your body was still firmly ripped over against her skin, and your hands jumped up over against the side of the interfere racks that took you, lowering your body as you did so as you kept your hands twisted and drenched up over beside where you could see the way that the blue light was flickering and twisting up and over against the side of your hand as you lowered your body down and tried to calm yourself enough to be able to find a sense of narrative reason to be able to acknowledge the frog in front of you. It was clearly dread stuff into a sense of its complacent femininity, and it's large aluminous size twisted up against you as it seems as if it was encouraging you, those finally, for you to speak. your eyes snapped up over towards the side again as you tried your best to overcome the deep swallowing of the dryness of your throat, the general physical and emotional sickness of your body as you slowly found within yourself to nod as you raised your eyes back over towards the frog, twisting your body as you begin to step in ease and contort your body further forward, and it's so free adjusting as it snapped it said over the curt nod indicated for you to make your way further over in the side it, though it was clear that there was something about the way that it was dressed up, it's air, the silence of her melancholy, and that there was something that was deeply unarmed anyway if only because of some sort of fun unidentified on acknowledged strangeness, the sense of obligation, unhappiness that was taking over against the frog for the time being as she saw the way that you tripped over your feet as you slowly begin to walk yourself for towards her direction behind the desk.

"I just want to get out."

Her large aluminous size looked you over. She betrayed no genuine emotion but she did speak into a blunt tone;

"You're in no condition to go out."

The frog's eyes looked over you, her eyes glimmering over within her inquiry as she did so. Your hands pressed over beside their ripped tattering of your dress, although you couldn't find it within yourself to turn away from her nor the begging your eyes as you look down with her with the trembling of your lip while you waited for her to respond.

She raised up her brows, cleared her throat, and then turned her eyes that she looked over towards for her hands were splayed above towards a fairly empty desk in front of her for the time being, her fingertips jelly powdering up over again so it seem like several time of papers in front of her. Her eyes looked over at you with the small inquiry, almost would seem like a deep caution, as her eyes gently trailed above against you for a moment while she did so as her fingertips laid up over the side of the paper in front of her.

"I can't let you go." her voice was small, meager, almost apologetic as she look too over, the bottom of her lip trembling as she looked her over as her eyes flashed up over towards the side of where your body was cramped and swayed up against her as your hands troubled up over beside the tattering of your dress. "Not for as long as there's any chance that you're as important as much as I know that you must be, considering where you were locked up to begin with."

You closed your eyes, and pressed your hands back over towards where you were troubling your fingertips over towards the display of the rags that was just a profit towards the troubling of your fingertips. But you're not it as you twisted your eyes looked back over towards you again as you saw the way that her eyes were ease to borrow against you with what seem like a defensive soft wonder, a glimmer of pity as she looked you over and at the same time but almost seem like a certain kind of faltered fear, and of a deep colored down that swayed over against the rise as she looked you over with the trembling pound of her lip, and apology, but clearly with no capacity of wanting to do much for it.

"They don't have to know" You turned your eyes over towards the door in front of you, interest snapped back over towards the frog woman even as her eyes begin to raise above with the fire she looked over you defiance, but you pressed your lips together as you turn and looked over at her as you quickly gave a book deep, troubled not as you did so for the sake of trying to be able to appease her own frantic look as her eyes flash to her beside you within her arrogance of fight. "Please, I just need to leave."

"And where would you go?" The frog woman had her hands troubled impossible beside the paper, address down as he looked up in front of you as you rolled up your shoulders, the sparks of your hands and the blue then taking up against you as you kept your hands pressed up over against your wags, bottom of your lip trembling as you did so as your expression was firiled while you looked up in front of you and try to keep your hands in the swaying of the sparkled nature of the neomight to a minimum as your hand script up over beside the rags on your hand, your expression for it as you let it a soft crying kept your hands beside it.

The frog woman's eyes begin to raise up over towards would seem like a small light of inquiry, and she twisted her head at barber toys aside as she did so as she began to raise herself up from where she was sitting on the back of the desk. You're a snapped but to her as you did so as your eyes were faulted and slim, and she turned her head up over towards the side where she could see the way of your hands were gently crypt of over against the ripped fabric and the torn dress in front of you but more importantly, as the frog woman's eyes begin to gormous further while she looked over towards you with a deep edge of her own curiosity did she turn her head up over towards where she could see the way that that blue was began to submerge out over from the pale of your hand.

A soft light of shock begin to flip over against her eyes for a moment, and you only stepped your way further back upon seeing the way that her eyes flashed a bar for the side you, and she pressed her lips together, and cleared her throat does she indicated her eyes are barbitoid's the blue light in front of her, a fear trembling up over beside her vision and yet, would almost seem like a kind of wonder has her eyes trailed up against you with her soft and disbelief as she looked you over, your lips pressed together in your body stood back as you looked over at her within your own soft and minutes, but also begging for a not to take or to take advantage of you too much could it be helped.

"You're that girl." Her voice came out into a small Miss brush He looked you over, and you felt an odd that been dread inside of your chest over towards the way that she spoke. Your eyes closed as you look down over towards the various different beaming of the neon blue light that would take up against your hands as you twisted your eyes and looked over your hands, and then gently, pressing your lips together tightly did you look over towards the frog woman again if she left you over and waited for your response. her eyes flashed down if she looked back over towards her hands when it was clear that you were too weaken to come and to insert and to know what to do except to simply give her a soft response of the trembling of your voice, she turned her head over towards the side as she looked over towards the edge of the trembling of your palm and the blue light, sparkled up and temporarily hinting up over towards it and then begin to protect over towards would seem like a small vacant aluminosity back girlfriend into your hands again. Her eyes flashed over with curiosity as she turned her head over to the side and slow they did cheese out her eyes and looked over you with that for other sharpened inquiry. You didn't have it in you to do anything except to allow her to gradually reach out her hands, although you spoke a small protest, your head shaking over towards the side but slow they did you rely your hands to be gently raised up and over beside or trembling one's, as she turned, engaged a perpet towards the blue light that was gently projecting out with it it's small gradient compass over from the middle of your skin is a jelly projected and protruded out from your palms.

The fascination in her eyes only increased, and she twisted her eyes back over towards you again with what seemed like a soft and in Corey, and tell, rather significantly and did you snatch your hands up away from her and get gently guide your hands up over beside your chest. You turned your eyes with the faltered panic over towards the front of the door, not it over with your lips together beside the frog woman as you silently agreed over with their shock, and then turn it as you tripped over your feet as you begin to rush your way up over towards the door.

"I wouldn't escape out there if I was you!" The frog called out abruptly, her voice raising and projecting a Barbie towards the air. You wanted to ignore her, but despite yourself you felt the way that you paused even as your hand reached out from the trembling of your dress to reach out into slam open to the door. But there is something about the way that she called out with such a frantic insistence they are hands to only grew up over besides her palms, and your eyes flaked as you turn down as your shoulders yeast and as you did so rather than growth in your hands up over to sign the door the way that you would plan to do so. You could hear the way that she was beginning to scuffle her feet over behind the back and slowly did your chin turn up over besides your shoulder, your body pressed and cramped and twisted and worried but also willing and waiting for whatever kind of desper protest that she would speak. Your lips for us together, you're in turnip over towards aside as you could hear the way that you gave a soft, desperate edge of her own breath comment swallowing thickly, as if she was still trying to collect even if herself about having coming to contact with you, which made you feel a certain kind of flip it doesn't comfortability to agree that you were having such an effect over on those that surrounded the space of the area, whatever it was at the city and its citizens would make up with.

"I'm sorry." You guys turned as you looked a barber towards the frog, and her hands were used to pervaside the stat of her body she looked over at you as her eyes flickered up over against the side the guide of your expression, your eyes were faltered, red and uncertain as you snapped your head further prove against your shoulder, until you turn and looked over her with the quicker beam of your inquiry as rice snapped up over towards where you could see the way that she was flicking her eyes up against you with a deep sense of fascination, her eyes turning, but she looked you over with her lips trumbled up or against the bottom of her lip. "Frankly come I didn't think that I would ever actually come into contact with you. And with the way that there was all there was a rumors about what you were going through and about what had happened to you, or what we assumed was happening and end whatever it was you would call that strange episode the universe had projected on to you. I suppose I just assumed that I would never come in contact with someone like you, someone powerful enough-"

"Don't say that" your voice filtered, and you twisted as you look back over beside her again, your eyes turning it over towards the frog come into finally as you twisted your eyes, bittersweet and red over towards the frog as you did so, and your lip troubled as you raised your eyes up as you twisted as you look her over. Her eyes flickered and pause for mom and does she looked up over beside you and then her eyes jelly flicker down, dress department towards would seem like a wedding mascara that was becoming even more smeared over from the way that she had to discreditment taken upon her as she looked you over, with that clear disbelief and would seem like a true effect from the way that it was dressed up over around our features from your word. "I don't know where to go, or how to make sense of it. I didn't ask to, I'm just as empty and I'm just as lost as you are, and frankly I think that we're both doing each other a disservice by acting like there's anything else otherwise from the fact."

"You know who you are. I know that you know what you're capable of, what you've done so far, what that looks like babe You have a certain kind of weakness inside of you that I never even could have imagined for someone of your stature but nonetheless do you still have something about you-something that's completely wretched, exhausted, torn from the inside out but it's still there. Would you deny it?"

"I don't deny that I certainly feel like I'm plenty burdened with something. That's part of the entire reason as to why I need to get out." Your eyes twisted as you look back over towards the door in front of you as your hands continue depressive over beside the fabric that was on your palms, your hand gently turned up over against the edge of her shoulder as you could hear the way that the frog woman was generally scuffled up over behind you for a moment and it was clear that she wanted to walk forward to you, and to try come in her own way, to control you to some degree but, it was clear there was also a deep pause of Barbara towards her foot as she looked over you and waited for you to speak. Your bottom of troubled, your eyes turn as you looked up Barbara towards the side of the edge of the door in front of you, your eyes lowered and faltered as you did so as you looked at Barbara at it as your hands grazed and continue to neurotically press a Riverside the ripped edge of the fabric of your hands as you turn with your eyes dry, fall dirt and gazed a perva towards the adore in front of you, it could still see the way that there is this silhouette of those animals that was rushing within their movement from the outside. In your trembling consideration, you close your eyes for a moment, shook your head briefly, and then found it within yourself to overcome your pride for a moment as you turned your eyes back over towards the fault ring for algoman, whose eyes were still yet flickering over towards you into a guide of pity, and you flash your lips over towards you even as they troubled it, and spoke:

"So all the way out here, outside of the Earth and of the planet, you still know exactly who I am, then about what I've done, and about what I could possibly continue to do? Even all the way out here?"

"Are you kidding?" The frontal did her head is she looked over beside you, and her watered, emotional eyes stay glimmered up over against her expression, and she paused for a moment it's as it seemed as if there was a way to she was trying to be able to find it against from the word of how she spoke to you, and she swallowed a thickly as her eyes flood right up over against her expression as she look too overall her eyes flashed above against the guide of your form, soft and disbelief up against her eyes as she looked you over but would seem like a certain kind of fascination that almost would have charmed you, if only for the fact that it was clear that there was so much genuinely fearful innocence that was inside of those eyes with a frog as well as anything else. Her large fathom lips were trembling and it almost seemed as if she wanted to speak something but didn't know how, her lips parting up and open for a moment and then flashing down right again just as quickly before she could manage, her body twisted and down right that she did so as her hands gently sued up her beside the edge of her dress before she could speak.

"We've been trying all right to educate ourselves over towards every single possibility of what we know out there, but it hasn't been easy, and there's no way that we can know or understand much of anything at all, not in the way that your people have, and the only reason why I know anything about you at all is because of the fact that you were that splaying withering spasm of various different neon lights and flashes of bodies that seem as if it was tormenting you as much as I was able to while you plummeted down and over towards his culture. No, I don't know who you are and it would be ridiculous for me too, at least not to the extent that I feel like that I should know, as much as any citizen out there is going to feel like to the extent that they should know. But it's something about your air, that makes me feel if I should, but we don't have the capacity, nor do we have the ability to be able to be aware of things come and nor do we have the peace, or the ability to even somewhat focus on what we need, or any perspective, and I can tell that with the narrow mind and is of our people and with that lack of focus or a perspective or if knowledge, yes, we are suffering for a deeply. There's no denying that. And that's the reason why I don't think that I can just let you out, I don't know who you are or what you're capable of and either doesmosis is out there, we only know that we could see that spewing trembling neon light that was blasting up over towards us all that time ago, and now, we're only trying to do what we can to try to be able to amend her, to make it so that we can keep our own purpose safe. You have to understand that we don't have any understanding about who we are, or where we need to go or about what that looks like, and that burden is far heavier than anything of what we could ever understand or know what to do with, I don't know if we ever truly will, but that's another reason why we can't just allow you to just simply walk around and do what you would like even if it might be justified, but I'm sure you must know by now that my people out there aren't wise enough, aren't collected enough within a perspective yet to know that. Or to even be able to accept it."

Your eyes turn down over beside your hands again, which were still the crypted bar of against the various different threads of the fabric taking up against you. And the blue light, and the spelling up over the side your palms was generally grappling up against the side of your skin further. Your head felt muddled, and outside you could hear the way that there is a various rinse citizens that were calling, raising, and guiding up over beside one other as they continue to keep their hands latched up over again so another while they called and continue to project their movement over from the outside. Your eyebrows forward together as you twisted your expression up in her the way that they continue to call out enough for beside one another, your hands twisting up over against the side of the displaying out of the blue of your skin, and could feel the way that the waves of your own tour and while was waving in and out from the disposition of your body as you twisted and looked over out to where you could hear the way that they were calling.

"Who let you out?"

The frog's voice wasn't necessarily entirely an accusion but was certainly of a deep inquiry, and your expression only forward further as you looked at Barbara towards the exertion of the increased movement of the silhouette of the citizens that were from the outside. The normal inside of you only seemed as if it increased as your expression for a decrypt up against him within yourself, and you could feel that blue light that was projecting up against you and you felt yourself grimace upon feeling the way that it's swept intersected and then guided a bargains from each side of the palm of your hands as you pressed it together, there was a deep exhausted disorientation of a torm all overcoming you upon feeling the way their hands gripped up against your skin, and you felt a fear over towards whatever it was that the blue light had been initially that had initial that had corrupted your skin to begin with.

"You have to go back upstairs. Immediately. You never should have been able to come down here to begin with. I'm sorry that I don't have all the answers for whatever kind of wisdom that you could hope to be able to carry but I just don't, and if there's anything to go by from the air and the complexity and the depth of what you hold, you should be fine and well enough all things considered to go back up, and to find wisdom on your own way. I'll let someone know that you need help being explored back up and that it was a misunderstanding"

You could hear the way that the frog won't begin to turn as she scuffled her style body as quickly as much as she was able to back over the side the office desk, mumbling and speaking about against herself quickly as she did so as she stumbled over against herself within her quick frantic need as she can take a scuffle up around her by for the sake of trying to be able to project out the focus of what you thought she had to do. Your expression for it as you continue to overlook towards the various different silhouettes of the body's passing of arbitrage your expression, and took in the way that there was the noise, the calling out, the endless amount of the snapping over towards the way that they are easing up their words above right against to one another. Your expression turned back over towards your hands for a moment, has your hands continue to press a perfect against the tear of your address in front of you, and then you turn to come them as you felt a sudden flake of a recognition begin to overcome new, and she'll slowly turn as he looked her up towards where the woman was beginning to scuff their way above towards the desk in front of herself, and was already beginning to scuffle our hands troubling as much as they were over towards the various different papers, landing your head up forever towards the side of the phone, her and scuffling interesting up against it as she did so, her eyes flickering as she looked over at you with an attempt of reassurance as she sculpt her hands up over against the phone in front of herself, and leaned up over against it while she waited for someone to answer.

"Horseman?"

You spoke good just for the sake of trying to be able to project out any kind of sense of inquiry or of sense of it. The frog didn't even so much as acknowledge you at first, but rather and said her eyes simply flickered up over towards you with attention of her own technicality of professionalism, and then her head laid back over beside the end of the phone again as she pressed her sheets further begins a side of it, and readjusted her body as she did so while she began to wait over towards the other side of the answering of the phone. You turned your head down, your hands gripped up over beside the edge of your dress, and looked at barbatoids of flipping of the blue light in front of you, gently guy name of my grappling beside the end of your hands as you flick your eyes back over towards the frogman, and so they began to step your way up over beside where she was waiting with her body jelly swing and trembling up over towards her impatience as she waited for an answer. But her eyes trailed around as she saw the way that you were slowly begin to walk away up over towards her, your eyes faltered in red within your weakness but also deeply curious, as your eyes look at a barber towards you to the side her eyes, and she flicked her hands above beside you an indicate for you to go sit beside a chair, lavished up over towards the red, and you turned your head up over the side of your shoulder, your eyes faltered and dim for a moment, and then turned up over towards the inquiry against her again regardless as you continue to gently walk away a perfect towards her.

"Yes, I do have one. She's important. She just freshly showed up so it's not surprised that she ended up doing this but it looks like she needs a little bit of extra help, bad as bad as much as you would expect, yes, I would hope that you'd be able to show up and help her out."

You continue to step your way cautiously before beside her body, and her eyes get flickering over towards you with a caution as she did so she kept her body for adjusted and over beside the phone. Her eyes flashed as she looked up over against you, her eyes which were already allowed that up over within a bewildered emotions stepping away back as she turned and snapped her eyes above her against you with the caution, or the very least the attempt of it, when she saw the way that your hesitantly walking yourself above and beside our body. You indicated your eyes are Barbara towards the side of the phone as you slowly begin to reach it out, and with the frog women snapped does she look over you with a new sense of fire and a rejection as she indicated with her lips for you to go sit much more aggressively beside the chair that now, you only snap your eyes with your lips for us together as you ease your indicated to rise up her towards the side of the phone that was used to borrow beside the trembling edge of the problem and sand and with their hands grazed a bar against the phone. Her eyes snapped up over towards it as you realize that your pale trembling hand at the nerve to be able to reach out and did press up over against did, and your lips cries to bar begins to into his self question as you indicated to be able to take it above or against your palm, although she continue to step back and she looked over at you with the deep defiance, as she looked up over against you, slowly did she allow your hands to generally graze up over beside the receiver over she could hear the way that there was a quick monotone voice easing up into a soft inquiry from the other side of the receiver, and the frog size flicked as she looked over towards you, her expression paralyzed and frozen as she gazed her hands up against you and waited for you to speak.

"Horseman. You know that name. It would be impossible to not, if we were the ones that initially decided with her own action or whatever it is that we did previously that would have caused everything to end up the way that it was to begin with. Correct?"

You knew that you were taking a risk, with the concept of trying to be able to ease out over into an inquiry as best as you're able to-The chances that you actually had any kind of genuine influence especially as you just confirmed that there was no way for people to be able to have any kind of genuine sense of knowledge over towards you or Bojack was likely. But your hand pressed up over beside where her hand was trembling up over beside the receiver, and even though it was clear that there was no genuine recognizability inside of her eyes, as she told her eyes and looked over against you, and admittedly kept her expression frozen upon the way that she had heard the way that you'd spoke, her eyes gently faltered, her lips gently guided up and snapped over against the side of the edge of your expression, her body trembling as she did so she looked over towards you with what it seemed like something that had spoken or at the very least, had paralyzed inside of her to the point where she gently falled her upon seeing the way that there was that delicate, softened but authentic inquiry against your eyes upon speaking to her.

"Turn off the phone." Your head turned over to the side as you did so and you begin to see the way that that flickering blue that was steaming above against the side of your skin was only beginning to become increasingly more significant, and the emotional lather eyes of the frog twisted or expression above and beside the phone of where your hands was gently beginning to gently ease up in grassed over against within it brace beside her own. Her lips trembled as she looked above beside you and you couldn't tell whether it was because of any kind of impact of the words of what you had spoken out, or of any kind of influence of what did it had but as she felt the way of your hands reached out and troubled above against a side of her own, it was clear that there was a sound change that overcame her expression upon hearing the way that your words spoke.

"Specify the name of the descendant of that ended up escaping, we need to know for the level of importance, will bring over the highest marriage of anything we can come up with to try to be able to keep her down if we need to. Just give us a name"

The voice on the other side sounded like it was someone that was trained to be able to be someone that would have executed control, or the very least the deepest hope but the extent of it that they would be able to call out. The front woman only kept her lips filtered and twisted as she looked up over against you, though it seemed as if she was affected above towards the name that you would spoken, which, if only by instinct alone a part of you had spoken within the hopes of that would have been would occurred. Your eyes flicked as you looked over beside her as you gave her a gentle nod, and a jailbreze of your lip of your confirmation, and has your hands begin to press further Barbara beside the receiver as your hands grappled and twisted up around it, you could see the way that you gave a soft falter and the edge of all I bet she twisted her eyes over and saw the way that you gently begin to use it up away from the side of her hand.

The blue that was against your hand, as painful and as disorienting as much as it was within its effect, would slowly begin to sleep over from the cracks of both the frail veins of your fingertips and the skin and the panel of that of which had made up as a dressed up against the form of your body. You begin to feel the way that it was sweeping out over within the cracks of the form of your hands as you begin to gently twist it up over and away from the side of the frog woman, and even though she can teach a lot of the small trembling edge of her breath you could see the way that there is some life inside of her eyes that came to its acceptance, although it seemed as if she was almost too occupied with the name of that of what you had spoken as you smiled turned, and began to gradually allow your hands to take over beside the receiver, which was now beginning to stammer and only speak yet even further still and quickly as it smoke as it continue to call out,

"Will send over anybody that we can if you won't respond. The most important thing is that we keep over on the same degree of understand-"

Your fingertip pressed over beside the receiver, and your eyes flicker down as you did so as you looked over towards the vacancy of the empty phone that was now inside of the panel of your hand. Your eyes, red and exhausted but utterly it felt it up off within your spirit twisted back up as you turned and looked over towards the faltering of the trembling of the frog, your eyes looking up over towards where there was a deep disbelief there was no jelly dressed up over against her eyes as she flicked her expression within her firm disbelief, twisting and looked you over, as if she was measuring up within her disbelief over towards what you saw in front of you from what of the hint of what you had given her.

"I've never heard the name. I don't recognize that." Her voice sounded as if it was choked as she gleamed her eyes and look too over, with her words softly escaped over towards the head to the her throat as she did so sorry flicked up against the side of your own. there seemed as if there had been something that had significantly changed a perpetuates or expression as she looked you over, her eyes maulded up and flickered with would seem like a disbelief of what she was still attempting to try to be able to come to cope with, or even have the attempt to understanding. Our head turned down, her throat clearly caught up against her tone, that she turned and looked over at you with the soft flash of her own interest as she spoke over through the trembling of her tone again, although it was clear that she had been impacted by some kind of timeless eternal depth-A grief was inside of her eyes that she looked you over, though it was admittedly one that seemed as if it was under misunderstood, or certainly not understood by herself, as she flicked her eyes and snapped her expression up over against you with her expression for out into a deep inquiry, as if something had been physically taken from her and yet, reminded of at the same time. You knew that there was a chance that there would have been a depth over towards the way that you would remind her and showed her over towards what he knew had had an effect on so many already, and you know how it is you twisted your eyes as you saw the way that her expression snapped over at you with would seem like her unidentified, almost peddable disbelief.

"We're the ones that shaved everything went the way that it is. The ones that even gave you the chance to even not know who we were or to even have a solar system or a culture that was even significant or that was complex enough that you even would have been able to not know about who we are, or even at the chance of locking me up at all to begin with. If the universe brought me here, it was only because it wants me to try to be able to know something, to figure out, or to understand, or to come over towards some sort of flourishing if something in some kind of way. It's beyond my understanding, it's beyond yours or if anybody that you will ever know or talk to or will even attempt to understand with, and yet, we still have to be able to try to understand it. Do you believe me?"

Her eyes continue to only snap up over beside you, and it seemed as if her voice was choked over with what seemed like some overpowering emotion that was turned over against the large fleek of her expression. Her eyes flashed up over against the side if you come and still with that same deep in shock up against her, and with her lips faltered and twisted and weak and turned as she looked you over until finally, with a soft troubling of the spoken of her word her voice whispered out while she looked you over,

"Your hope. You're the two that managed to be able to fight for something that was so real and so tangible and human that it was as if we had all forgotten what it even felt like, what it meant, and we're still forgetting it even now, we were separated from that feeling of whatever it is that the both of you brought, aren't you? That's what you are, and I would know you, I would know you at the second that you spoke yourself the second that you gave me a chance to know who you are, because that's how powerful the peace, the genuine sense of wisdom, the healing that you've given me in so many others just from the virtue of doing what you did together. That's who you are. I would have been able to recognize it anywhere-"

Her eyes were no trembling up over against your body, although it seemed as if it was more so from some sort of disbelief that was taking up against her eyes more so than it was of anything else, and her expression flashed as she looked you over with her lips still yet trembling over within her disbelief as her eyes snapped over against the guy instead of your expression. You simply allowed your own expression to stay slim somewhat meager, but understanding and allowing yourself to be fully analyzed and taken up arbitrage the depth of her disbelief as she looks you over, her lips were trembling as her eyes snapped up over against the side for you within the light of her disbelief, and it seemed as if she was being taken over by something that she almost couldn't come to be able to amend her to cope with, as she kept her eyes snapped up or against you within her disbelief taken of Parma towards a trembling of her eyes, saving as if he was temporary paralyzed with would seem like the eternal of both love and grief at the same time that you'd already know that you along since come to be overlay familiar with.

She twisted her head over the side of her shoulders as she gave the small cry, and then, with her eyes snapping back over as she blamed her expression if it gets to you as she gazed over and look too over within the scrutiny of her own trembling tone, she indicated her right quickly as she turned her eyes up just as you began to hear the way that there was that significant mark of high heels that were began to walk the way down up and over from the steps. Your eyes only faulted as you continue to flash your expression into your desperate inquiry to try to see if you and truly pierce yourself over beside the frog woman and her disbelief, and had managed to be able to amend her to appease above towards or disbelief, but when you heard the way that there was those significant large steps of those heels walk down up against the steps you let out a soft breath of your worry, and snapped your head over to the side as you did so as you turned your eyes upward and stepped back as you begin to hear that familiar, and now it seemed like intimidating sway of shoe that was not the game to make its way down and rather intently over the steps from where the both of you were.

You turned your head over the side of your shoulder, and begin to step your way back and tell your hips abruptly hit yourself against the back of the table. You were the way that there is a quick soft trembling of abruptlessness spoken from the frog woman, who's just disposition seemed as if it had changed entirely with it it's disbelief upon being beside you.

"I don't know what to do. Putting you over and inside of there you're just going to be being scrutchinized, despise, taken up, analyze, whatever it is that they could come up with. I'm not sure what to tell you."

Her voice came up breathlessly as her hands began to quickly snap up over against the side of the edge of your own, and you turn as you looked over at her with your own frantic inquiry as you saw the way their hands are trumbled up over beside your palms. Her eyes kept turning up as she snapped it over towards her you could hear the way that there is those same intense, and incredibly cultivated heels that were beginning to walk the way now with a particular statement over and down up against the stamps. And frog woman swore, her eyes open up and widen as she continued to tremble her hands up against you, and you turned your eyes as you looked over her with the soft faltered inquiry as you gazed up against her and saw the way that her hands confusionally snap and grapple up over against the side of your own, trembling within her intimidation and with her eyes snapping up against you within an apology, though it was clear that she was really more so too frantic and scared more so than she knew what to do anything about her worry..

"I know that you called. Call come immediately, call several more. We don't know how much longer that we have before she manages to do something that might be beyond anything of what we know how to be able to comprehend, or focus on it, I don't know anything about her myself but I do know that she has a certain kind of energy and we've never seen anything like it before anyway, don't get too caught up over and towards anything except for what we need to do, and we'll-"

The peacock stopped from where she was easing away down up against the steps, and her I snapped up when she turned and she saw the way that the frog woman's hands were desperately trembling, almost neurotically, and aimlessly bargains aside the edge of your palm even as food spoken out the trembling of a word above her beside you. Your hands are friendly gripped and ease department and society of her hand from the way that she gently troubled her palms up against you, and your eyes faulted as you twisted and looked above against her with your expression lowered and your lips trembling as you would watched her, you turned your head only part way over to the side as you began to hear the way that the peacock woman had clearly stopped halfway over towards the midst of her large massive pace as she had made her way down up against the steps, and then heard the way that there was a soft pattern of the way that her heels begin to ease up against itself aside the steps, as you twisted and looked up over towards the side as your chin rest up over against your shoulders as you heard the way that her heels generally stopped over against the side of the grays of the steps in front of her from where she'd walked herself down. Only briefly did you begin to slowly turn your eyes up over at beside her, almost with what seemed like an apology, although really, it was more so a navigation to try to be able to figure out about what you could do, or say to her in order to be able to get what you needed out of her as you saw the way that arise and narrowed and fault and looking over between the two of you, her hand paused up over against the real next door as she did so.

"Glad you found her." Her voice was straightforward, and thought about she twisted her head as she looked up over between the two of you, you turned your head down as you did so and you could hear the way that to the frog, he seemed as if her tone and disposition was now entirely different from what had been before, as if convinced or as if there have been swing uncovered from her eyes, turned her head down softly as her expression trim mold income toward it up against her expression while her hands to only used up against your palms. "We should take her back over towards her room as quickly as we're able to. No time like being able to make sure that we can focus on getting her to wear she needs to be. I'm assuming you've probably already seen by now that that's the most pleasant thing that could come out for you anyway, correct?"

"Do you know her name?" The frog woman spoke with a still yet trembling disbelief, and you turned as you look back over towards the froggleman as your eyes flicked as you looked over to her, your eyes gently trembling up over into an inquiry as you blamed your eyes and looked over beside her. She twisted her eyes as she looked at before against you, and her lips were trembling as you looked as she looked up over at you with still yet her true and genuine disbelief, guided a barbitoids from the way that our hands were used up against the side of yours with a soft and he is of the way that her hands were generally going to pick in the side of yours as she's still seemed as if she was struggling to even let go from how deeply her palms are tumbled up against your hand.

The peacock size flashed, and she only continued to walk herself down and tell her high heels firmly stomped over towards the bottom of the floor. Your eyes twisted as you looked up over towards her, expression trembling, and with your eyes and cheeks dressed up over towards the pink and the red and the pale of your tone as you snapped her it over your shoulder and looked over at her shocked with him your insert and tea as you flicked your eyes up, and your lips trembling up as you looked her over as you try to keep that soft baking over towards your expression as you looked up aside her. What exactly it was that you hope to convince her of, whether it was for freedom or whether it was simply just to be known exactly for who you were and of what that could mean alluded you, but you flash your eyes as you looked up against her she continued to walk away forward the bottom of the steps, her hands generally grades to Barbara towards a soft at the edge of the back of the wall she did so she kept her eyes flicked and looked to borrow towards the both you into the sharp red of her inquiry.

"It doesn't matter." The peacock spoke with a new sense of resolve as she rolled up her shoulders, even as a frog one was keeping her hands gently traced and pressed in troubled up against you while she tried arrest to keep you up beside her. Her eyes were snapping over towards you would tell it almost seemed like a trembling now, and she looked you over in kept her hands gently threaded to barb against the side of yours as you snapped and tried your best to reassure her, your lips coming out into a dismember trembling guide of your life but still trying to be able to speak to her gently as you looked over her with what almost seemed like a soft pity as you saw the way that her eyes were snapped and troubled up over against the soft of your own as it seemed as if she lost herself entirely upon the way that you had revealed who you were to her. You began to gently look over towards the frog woman as you met her with her she was out within her disbelief as if you dwoken up inside of her that was too difficult to come to profound, to strange to be able to process for her compared to what she was used to, but slowly did you softly speak abrova towards a word towards her until your hands gently begin a sweep above her against the edge of the way that her hand was used to besides your own. She gave up a soft and breadth of her protest but it was clear that there was almost a fearful respect in her eyes from who she knew you to be, and her eyes simply faltered and lowered as she's turned and then saw the way that you looked over at her with a reassurance, and then press your hands over beside your chest as you turned and looked over with as much defines as you could over towards the tall, and the end of the blue water peacock woman is she snapped right over and looked over between the two of you with her expression furrowed and challenged that she looked over between the two of you.

"I can't stay here. And if you knew who I was, then I don't think that you would want me to stay here, either. Your initial intuition was correct, I'm too powerful to be able to stay here for much longer, I wasn't meant to be able to stay."

"You specifically chose to stay here. You made that choice, when-"

"But I didn't." You turned your head over towards her defiantly, snapping your eyes away from the side of the trembling look of the frog as she continued to look over at you with such a layer disbelieve that is as if she couldn't even take him from whatever was that she had felt upon you speaking the last of your name. You turned your head over to the side ofyour shoulder as you turn and looked over towards the peacock woman defiantly, your lips trembling but your eyes snapped up as you twisted and looked up over against her as she continued to walk her body above towards your direction. Her hands were gently grazed apart beside the edge of her dress and she looked over towards you with what seemed like an increasingly more suspicious inquiry, although there was also an edge of annoyance there and more than that, the deep need and the fear of the want of the desperate sins in need of control.

She indicated her head sharply above her beside the frog, who turned her eyes down who which was still flickering over towards that profoundly profuse emotion of that disbelief from the mom that you had spoken to her. She let out a small cry she turned her head down and she did so while her trembling hands that had guided and wrapped up against yours came up over beside the stat of her body, her eyes flickering up over against you into a soft and apology but for the most part, it seemed as if she was firm over towards that still belief of what she had had over towards even knowing you to begin with.

Her eyes flicked up over towards you still with that deep emotion that was embedded up against her eyes, and she turned her expression almost with a begging as she saw the way that the peacock woman begin to increase your pace as she looked over between the two of you defiantly. She began to gently sweep her body up against the side of yours and you turned as you looked over at her as you felt the way that her hand reached out and raised upon tears as she began to pull you back behind her, and turned her eyes with a deep begging of Barbara towards the peacock woman as she stood stoically and looked over between the both of you sharply. Frog woman turned her head over towards her shoulder to make sure that you were following and you, feeling to dismembered and inserted and just simply allowed yourself to be grouped up against her hand, your eyes are red and lower it as you blamed her as a barbiturates her and followed towards where her emotional endowment of her shock up against her eyes twist it up as she looked over beside the peacock standing over with what was clearly an attempt of having a sense of control as she looked at her between the both of you with a sharp challenge.

"I don't know what you want me to do. We can't just keep her, and we certainly can just let her go, now with the way that she showed up, and now with the way that she has so clearly made a statement of something that is clear than meant to be able to stay on danger and as output with a sense of honed challenge in a focus as much as we can possibly get. I can allow anything less to happen other than trying to be able to do the best that we can to try to be able to make sure that we can have what we need out of her, and whatever way that that might look like-But more importantly so that she doesn't cause any sense of destruction."

"Tell her your name. Tell her what you told me. Tell her what you made me feel just from simply even so much as speaking out and slipping that word out of your lips" the frog woman turned her hand if she looked over towards you as her eyes were drenched to barber towards her desperation, and your eyes snapped up over into a small shock as he looked over towards her briefly for a mom and. When she had a certain kind of shock and she looked over her beside you and waited for you to speak as she continued and not and briefly indicated for you to speak, you squeeze your hands over to beside her, and your lips pressed up against yourself as you looked over at her with the deep red and worry as your eyes flaked it barf against her while your expression was tense and pouted as he looked up over beside the deep trembling of her hand as she looked at perpet towards you with the desperate exertion of her expression, which then quickly turned into an aggravated beholderman to come in and then a twisting overhead as she swore and turned her eyes of Barbara beside the peacock.

"Horseman. Have you heard anything-"

"I don't think it would be wise for everybody to know my name." You grabbed your hands up our beside the woman as you begin to pull her back, and she twisted her head as she looked up over against you I should give a quick edge of her protest while she felt the way of your hands gripped up as you gently begin to pull her back. Her voice came out with a gleam of her own protest as she looked up over beside you, which then quickly faltered as she saw the way of you offered her would seem like a hard glare up over towards your eyes as you looked it perfect and society at the edge of her body as your hands firmly against the side of her palm as you turn and looked over at her with a brief, sharp look against your red eyes.

"You don't have to know who I am. You don't have to make sense of it or understand it." Your eyes snapped over away from the frog as you flicked your eyes up frantically and looked up over the side the peacock, though you did have a certain kind of inward and curiosity as you flick your eyes up over against her as to whether or not she'd recognize the name. The peacock woman flashed her eyes as she looked over between the both of you briefly although it did seem as if there was a slight change in her demeanor, although it seemed as if it was far more control than the frog woman, though it did see him as if her body was trembling to a degree where she did see him to have a degree of shock or towards the words of what she had spoken that spoke the name that was loud that above towards such romanticism come endurance, towards what the both of you had done that would have caused the things to be restructured the way that they were to begin with. her eyes turned sharply over to you, and then over towards the woman come in her eyes soft and narrowed and flickered as she gleamed her eyes and looked her between the both of you briefly for a moment with her eyes paused and stopped as she snapped her eyes up over between the two of you within her questioning.

"I just want you to know about who I am. About what that could lead to. About the importance in the significance of having to be able to find an acceptance with that even if it might be the opposite of what you want to happen. I didn't want to show up here, either, but the games at the universe plays in the ways that it plays it, it's not something that where you just get to simply decide about what you want to happen or about what that looks like, trust me. It's something that you simply have to take, stride, grief would be wilderman to disappointment and if everything else besides, and hope that for the best eventually at some point it will lead to something that will help you to be able to survive. That's how I managed to be able to get to the extent that I did now, that's how that I can tell you to get to the extent of wherever it is that I need to be and where I was meant to be. I've had small little signs every now and then and I focus on trying to be able to stay curated over towards that simple theme, I know what I have, I know what I need and I know what I was made for, but it's going to take me awhile to be able to come over towards the terms of that-And I don't know why the universe brought me here, and to an extent I almost wish that it didn't, and I know that you probably feel the same way but it wasn't my choice, there's very few things that are happening the way that they are where there is any choice, but it's not about having a choice as much as it is following a curated focus of what is clearly beyond of anything of what we could hope to be able to have a chance to fight against."

The peacock's eyes flickered with something that was unreadable, and she tells her head if she looked her up towards you with a soft narrowing of her expression as she looked over first to you, and then over towards where there was a trembling of the frog one with her lip surprising out from the edge of her mouth, and from the way that you can tell you to keep her hands grazed up against you almost as if she were a starved, and shocked and kicked a down dog while she continued to try to keep her hands pressed up over beside you as best as she was able to inflict her hands up over against the inside of your palms, gently speaking out of breath of a quick word as she did so she gently jump tried to be able to pull you back over beside the age of her hands and over beside the end of her body. Your eyes stayed patient, incorate as you looked over beside the peacock woman as you looked over beside her, your lips trembling as you did so as your eyes were followed it up into a soft detriment of your question as you look her over, your eyes are red and then softened as you looked over against her and saw the way that her eyes seemed as if they're unreadable while she looked up against you with that depth that was against her eyes, as if something happened awakened inside for whether she were to admit it or not.

"You do know what that name means? You know what we did, what we brought to up and able to have gotten here to begin with?"

"I don't know what it means." Her voice seemed as if it had a certain kind of strain to it, And that she did so, it seemed as if there was a sad breath of the way that she spoke while she looked you over, her eyes eased a barber towards would seem like a deep in detriment of something that seems that had been inspired inside of her from the way they would spoken as she lets you over, her words caught up into a trembling tone in her eyes snapped a bar against you within still but seem like a defines up against her, a brief sense of her own uncertainty that dressed her up but she looked you over, though it was in deniable, the tone that was inside of her word or the way that there was a deep opened awaken depth to the way that she had spoken it. "I do know however the perspective of things of what we need to do and of how we need to do it in terms of being able to survive, and I can't just give you permission of being able to go off and to do what you would like. You need to get back upstairs. You need to get back over to your room-"

"You wouldn't allow yourself to cage someone like this. Who knows what would happen if we did, what's going to come out of it, we don't understand it and that's the entire point. You would dare try to be able to go against that?"

The frog woman began for brands further begins to you and you could hear the way that she was even borderline whaling, and you turned your head as you blinked briefly as you looked over beside her and quickly did you begin to fall into your voice as you gently gripped your hands up against her own within the attempt of reassurance as your hands gently glide it up against the side of the extension of her own hands, her body trembling as she looked up against you as her hands gently and briefly groped up against the side of yours while she tried to speak to you.

"Darling, don't worry about it. I know you are, I felt it, I could feel like the back of my hand and I could never even drain of trying to be able to turn away from that now. I know who you are, don't even worry about it for even a moment. I know, and you don't have to try to shy away, I know-"

"are you going to help me to get out of here? Figure out a way to be able to have a path so that I can focus on being able to function and whatever way that I-"

"Yes." Her voice was trembling come in her eyes lather towards a deep sense of herself knowing of exhaustive her worry that seemed as if it was haunting her but she spoke, and your lips didn't press together as you looked over her and gave her a brief, understanding not as you did so as you saw the way that her lips gently spoke over towards of the trembling of her word as she turned her eyes slick that she looked over at you, and she swallowed, turning her head down is she allowed her hands to generally fluct over against the side of yours, and she let it a laugh that almost seemed hilarious and she turned head back over towards where there was that brief question, the deep edge of the worry that was used up over beside the woman as she turned and looked over between the both of you, her eyes narrowed as her expression gleamed over and looked over towards a birth of you with what seemed like a brief challenge. "The area that you carry, something that's completely and relevant to the rules that we're living by, something that means that it would be okay to matter what we did or how we experienced it, if that wasn't the case you and your husband wouldn't have lived such a rich life in your richer for not living by the standards that we made to try to be able to live by and that we still do just to make sense of things, and I need that piece, I want it, I'm desperate for it. I know that you must know that, I can't allow that kind of energy just to be taken up-"

"She's never going to let you do whatever it is you want with me no matter how much you might feel it. And, whether she admits it or not I can tell that she feels it too but she's never going to admit" Your hands briefly and deeply gripped up over the side of the edge of the frog as she can tooted to drop her wise trembled up against you, and briefly did her lip seem as if they pouted as her lips arrested together within the scrutiny of her eyes as she grows because she groped her hands up against you with a soft tumble of her hand, and she twisted her eyes down and she did so but it was clear that there was an emotion that within her that was desperate enough that she wasn't going to allow herself to be led over too quickly by the way that she was speaking up with such a desperation.

she turned her head over the side of your shoulder, with her eyes watered and faltered and cleaning up as she looked over towards where the peacock was beginning to step her way over towards the both of you, every single step of her high heel saving us if it used to barbitoids would seem like a deep warning, or of a caution or something similar as you begin to step her high heels to drenched up or towards where you were standing. You closed your eyes as you gently begin to grab your hands with a soft crossover beside the frog, and then turned as you looked up and nodded as you simply give her a brief raise of your lip, into a wordless and a quick impulsive exchange between the both of them and briefly did the frog go and let out her own small race for that she nodded up and guided beside you, squeezed your hand, and then gently allowed her palms to thread it over against the side of her as you both came over into a brief recollection of your agreement for a moment that you would make do and you would make what you could with what you had.

"I can take her back upstairs. I don't mind at all. Better for her to try to be able to get recollected with someone that has already recognized who she is and has had a conversation, makes us all a little bit more calmer, don't you think?"

The frog woman began to speak out over from a tone that was much more overpowering, and that took over the space far more than whatever it was that she had given the peacock in a moment before. You simply allowed your eyes to turn down as you allowed your hands to gently be captured up over beside the brief trembling of her hand, and you flipped your eyes up over the side of your shoulder as you saw the way that the peacock woman's hands was trembling up our beside the large of her dress, which was now dappled over with several different white diamonds and of other recollections of various fancy focuses that was swing up over against this way of her dress as well as the way that her thighs to only poked out from the movement of her body, and as you looked up over towards that adorned white jewelry that dressed up over against her your eyes flashed over into a brief inquiry of curiosity as you looked her over.

The peacock woman didn't seem pleased about it but she tilted her head up and then turned, sternly nodding as she looked over with a brief permission of whatever beside the frog woman. The frog woman let out a quick deep breath of her gratitude, and your eyes flicked as you looked back over towards her as she began to graze a her eyes as she gently gave you a quick nod and a twist of her head and the breathlessness of a reassurance as she quickly turned and began to make it so that your body was quickly turning and following along with her. Your head turned over to the side as you saw the way that a hands join the group to pick against ears as she turned, softly indicating quickly for you to begin to come as quickly as she was able to as she did so as she began a cripple the hands up against you until, tripping over your feet you allowed yourself to gently pause over as you were pressed up against the side for hand, and briefly and quickly did she glad her hands up against you as she swept you with us quick for pace as much as she was able to, keeping your head low as she did so as your eyes twisted and looked up against her thing Corey but kept your body beside her, as you begin to follow her well she began to guide you quickly and briefly up over towards the stairs while she kept her arms gently and troubled up against the side of the middle part of your back and a proper towards the steps.

"I don't claim to have any kind of way of where to go or what to do from now. The best thing of what we can do is try to be able to go through the process, except the fact that there's so little for we can do to make sense of. Isn't that what you and your husband did, all that time ago? When you first had to accept your placement in life, the fact that it was against anything that you would have wanted but you knew that there was so little of what you could have done, I imagine how difficult it was, but I suppose that's a part of existence, is accepting the strangeness of the authenticity of your existence and having to experience it entirely on your own. It's the hardest thing in the world for an individual, one of the most tragic universal truths, taking it existence that's only relevant to you and experiencing it on your own exactly to the way that it is for you. That theme certainly has a less energy been around here, I'll tell you as much."

Her voice was trumbling and soft, but her eyes were flickering up as she looked over at you as her expression gently flicked up against you as if you were some sort of miracle that she was dressing up over against a trembling of her eyes up around. As you begin to follow her up against the stamps, even as your feet were a little bit weak in this aligned, and was tripping and easing your body above towards the increasingly more cut down nature of the guidance of your feet and the tariff over against your dress, you turned your head over towards the side of your shoulder, briefly flicking her eyes above towards where you could see the way that the peacock woman was tracing back and forth, her head turned down, and her expression seemed furrowed as she did so as she allowed herself to generally snap over against the back of the entrance of the floor.

"What is she so dressed up for?" Your eyes twisted as you looked over towards the emotional frog woman, he was keeping your hands briefly and from the group up against her she continued to rush you a forward towards the stack of the steps. The emotion arise only seemed as if he was getting more stir and rather than less so she looked a profit towards you, and turned her head up over but the soft and courier as she guided her eyes up her towards with a peacock was stepping back and forth with her head twisted down over and around the jewelry that surrounded her.

"Whenever we have someone that's of your, stature, or warning, we always make sure we have a ceremony, or meetings, but they like to dress it up as ceremonies just because it makes it feel more worthwhile I suppose, and they always like to make sure that they do it they can in terms of trying to be able to analyze and to discuss about whatever it is that they might need or want to be able to do with you. With your entrance, especially since we were so hyper prepared for anything that you might have done with your new presence and the insertiti of what we had with you, we have to be able to be assure that we can that we can analyze and understand the structure of whatever it is if who or what you are. The best case scenario is that we'd find it exactly what the universe is intention it was with you for you showing up, what to do with it, and if how we can do the best that we can in terms of how to recollect or to try to be able to make sense of it and whatever way that we're able to. once we get to that point, the only thing of what we can do from there is just to try to be able to do the best we can to control it, to make it ours, to make sure that it can be something of our benefit rather than of the opposite because if we don't, lol let's just say that one thing that we can use it for universally share, regardless of wherever it was that you man came from is that were perfectly aware of our delicacy, of our lack of ability, of the limitations of that of which we have to a tragic degree, and it's really just our job to try to be able to not have that control as as best as much as we would have the chance of being able to hope to do so above everything else, truly."

"Was I expected to come to this meeting?" Your expression for it as you looked up over beside the frog woman that she continued to keep her hands briefly pressed up over against the side of your arm, your eyes kept flickering down as you looked at Barbara beside where you could see the way that her hands were crypt firmly with an intensity of our freaking side of the edge of your palms, but she laughed, her head gently turned down, and your expression only increasingly more concerned as you looked up over the side her as you continue to feel the way that she was gently keeping your hands gripped up against you while she continued to quickly guide the speed of your body above her towards the eventual end of the red hallway, the same one of where you had been with before, I should briefly paused and looked up over towards the end of that drench of the red that was waiting it for the both of you to become a part of. she turned her head as she looked up over beside your body, her eyes used to borrow towards a melancholic inquiry if exhaustion, and she readjusted as she the rest of her lips and turned as she looked over beside you even as you continue to blame your eyes up against her into your own increased detriment of your own worry as your eyes flashed up against her with your defiance.

"It's just the way that we do things. I don't know how to tell it to you any simpler than that. There's no guarantee that we'll try to use you or that anything necessarily bad or that will questionable will happen to you It's just, it's the way that we have to be able to go about of doing things, we don't know how to do it, if they're even is any other way of doing it that would be able to be into our favor in any kind of way, and you have to understand that we don't understand things to the way that maybe someone like you come up with what you're capable of, with what you've done, with what you've shown us in the past, would be able to do. frankly, I think once they feel what I felt when you told me your name, and of what you were capable of in the past of everything else, I can't imagine that they'll spend too long being able to go against the way that I've seen things now, what you showed me, or about what could be. I can't imagine that they would be arrogant enough that they would try to be able to display by something that's so pure, that they wouldn't want to use it over towards their own gain themselves, especially since the only reason why we even made this whole culture why we continue to fight and to survive is specifically just for the sake of making sure that we can keep our own structure, especially that with the way that there's a guaranteed of the possibility of an end coming-"

"End?" Your voice snapped up as you looked up over beside her, and this time your brief pace of what you're using to match with just for the sake of doing so and to keep yourself collected and focus abruptly paused, she paused, and there was a bit of sweet raise of her lip over towards your words and the deep set and frantic guide of the way that you spoke as you looked apart from the side or. Her eyes were flashed with a brief apology as she's quit her eyes if she looked up against you, and her lips raised up and it would seem like a bittersweet strain as she gleamed rise up against a side of you.

"I wouldn't know." Your voice was blunt as you twisted as you looked above her against her, and you gleamed your eyes as you looked over against her with your increase defiance when you saw the way that her eyes looked over at you with what almost seemed like a bittersweet petty, one that to a degree almost made you feel a certain kind of fear upon being the target of it as she looked you over with would seem like that soft red of her melancholy French dip against her eyes towards your statement. "How would I know? I've been so caught up for trying to be able to survive with my own sense, my own truth, and you saw it yourself, the way that it's completely taken me, that it controls me, that it takes me to wherever it is that it wants and whatever ways that it sees fit, you must know, you must understand that. Whatever it is that you're all craving and being prepared for there's no guarantee that I would be a part of it myself either, you understand? I'm too taken over by my own purpose, by my own desperation to even imagine about whatever it is that that could be, but I'm willing to do at the very least try to be able to understand. Understanding has been the only thing that's of what's caused me to be able to survive so far, that's certainly not going to change anytime soon."

The Franklin turned her eyes, which was still bulging above her within its emotion, over against the side of her shoulder and over through the compact red of the hallway taking them, and you turned your head as you followed her, and she gently kept her hands cripped up against you as she indicated and softly spoke, and pushed you forward to continue to follow her down up and over through the hallway. Briefly, although you felt a little bit of hesitancy, did you not as you begin to continuously follow her down the hallway, well that you kept your eyes twist of purgatory it's an inquiry as you continue to watch her, dripping up over towards the side of your feet as you felt the way that her hands grazed up against you as she continued to quickly me under your way up over through the hallway, her head turned down, and her eyes full forward towards her own defines that she did so and she continued to help you down and over through the hallway, her eyes flickering up over towards every single door as she did so, all of which were either closed, or had a deep tense red energy to them from the way they were half open.

"Call it paranoia coming but most of the people in the citizens here are aware of something that it almost seems as if everything in general it's only managing to be able to stay by string of its breath. Do you really think that's something like the universe would have been able to see the deep sin for everything and for everyone and for what it was, and it just suddenly just accepted, and to not even so much his thing to be able to defy it, or to destroy it or turn away from it? Do you think that the universe would have just given everybody a chance, without any kind of sense of a test, perhaps maybe a need for redemption or the requirement of it? You think that the universe just changed its mind and allows it to be able to do whatever it wants, however it once in whatever way that it would see fit? That'd give us another chance even after everything of what we've done and of what that looks like."

"I suppose the way that I always looked at it was that the universe would want to be able to keep itself alive, that it would fight for being able to stay alive because I suppose that it would think that it would be the best way of being able to be for itself, that if it destroyed us that technically would also destroy everything else about us, and at their foral so it's own self, and I thought that that would be enough of a reason for it to continue."

"I would like to think so too. Or maybe I don't, the truth is is that I don't know for sure about want to expect from the universe, or what I would want from it, or about what that would look like, I don't know. I don't know if I even want to be here half the time because it feels like the fight is just something that constantly is demanding and going and demanding and going and I don't know if there's anything about it that will actually be worth of being able to keep any kind of sense of functionality with long-term, I know that you've done your best, and I know that I do, but even just being beside you, being able to be reminded of something real, it's difficult to put a lightly of being able to come over towards the terms of where this is all going, or it's going to continue to go, I almost wish that I could just fall over towards that deep wisdom that I felt being beside you just now, what you made me feel from the way that you talk to me, mentioning over your husband, your family line in general, everything about it, there was just something about it, I wish that I could just fall into that sense of wisdom, of letting go, of this idea of control or of healing or being able to make any sense of anything at all. But whatever it is that I have in the compass of my morality it's far too far away they just simply be able to just simply grow my hands upon to it and just to expect myself to be able to follow it so quickly like that, I don't know if I'm capable even if I would want with everything that I am to be capable. I just don't think that it's in me, devastating as much as it would be to try to be able to come over towards that concept."

You could hear the breathlessness in her voice, The uncertainty of her conflict, and the way that she gripped her hands further begins to you, and the way that she raised out her lip as she did so as she tried her best to gently grow her hands and barf against a side of your palm and continue to rush you down and bend over through the entrance of the alley as best as she was able to.

"When I first felt you come in, I did feel a certain kind of forest and then I didn't know exactly what it was but I did know that it was something that was going to defy against everything that our own culture has done so far to make sense of really much of anything, the truth be told. The only thing of what I know what to do from now and from here is to simply make our way over towards the usual routines but I don't want to. Not ever since I realized and I felt who and of what you are, the last thing that I want is to put you through that, you shouldn't have to, then I don't want to, and I want to be able to find that wisdom and I don't think I'm going to do it if I continue to go against these desperate senses of control that myself and so many others go through just for the sake of trying to be able to feel like that we have any attemptive understanding of how to be able to keep our structure upright, but I don't even know what the rules are but without even mean or how we should act what that looks like, and I don't think the truth is is that anybody around here, especially the more high esteem to know how to either."

Her hands gripped up over beside her is in your paused as you allowed your eyes to twist as you looked up against her comment Your eyes faulted as you claim drives above against aside her hands as you gently gripped and gently threaded their fingertips above against the side of yours, her eyes faltered in dim as she gleamed her eyes as she looked you over briefly as she did so, her eyes used up against you with the deep melancholic intention as her hands generally flipped up and jelly crossed a barb against your palms as she looked over at you with the deep exertion of her own insistence as her eyes jelly groped up against your own, trembling with a firm insistance come if nothing else, as she flicked her eyes above against you with the deep bitter sweetness, and with her eyes snapped up over against the side of your palms as she did so as she look like her eyes up against you, and with your eyes red and faltering as you twisted as you look her over you waited for a speak as her hands gently gripped and readjusted threaded up, and troubled up against yours as if she were a starved of desperate woman, and your eyes gently briefly twisting up against her body weight at her to speak with what was clearly her own finite understanding but clearly she was touched, if there was anything that would go by the way that she was raising a prolapse swallowing, and then twisting her eyes downward again for a mom does she did so as she tried her best to be able to find a way how to speak to you as her hands troubled up against the spaces of your palms.

"One thing that I do understand is that matter how much we might be in denial of it, one thing is clear to me, that everything that is ever happened or everything that we take in or suffer, it only briefly has to do with us, but even then not really, the illusion that the we're honest to do this just because we're taking it in or affected by it is just that an illusion. And I don't want to ruin that illusion just for the sake of our own maker gain when there's something that you could do, maybe beyond what I understand that's so much more than just being thrashed around but then a desperate intent of endurance or the very least common trying to. Do you understand what I'm saying? I want to help you, I want to release you, because I think if we keep you here that's going to be the end of our own culture, trying to be able to keep in an incredibly large and impressive massive beast, which is your energy and what you've done so far and what you will continue to do whether you know it or not, and being used or contorted or affected by it, and being even more sick on them and I think that taking more than it can chew would be the last for own kind, whether they have the wisdom to admit it or not. I don't want that for you and I don't want that for anyone else either. Not if I can help it."

"I'm sorry, but we should get going." The frog woman turned her head down as her hands trembled up and over beside your palms while her hand shook. Your expression for it as you looked up over beside the frog woman into your inquiry, as you felt the way that her hands gently troubled up over beside your palms, her eyes of water didn't filtered that she did so but still awestruck with what seemed like whatever was it had taken her upon feeling whatever kind of effect that you had given her to begin with. Your lips press together, gentle and considerate over towards the illumination of the emotion that was up against the trembling extension of the female frog, as she looked at barva towards you and paused for a moment as her hands paused trembling up over beside the edge of your hands. Her eyes slowly begin defaulter over within the neuroticism of her discomfort as her hands of troubled up against yours for a moment, but slow they did you begin to ease her shoulders back as she looked over between the soft and Corey of your eyes, your lips parted as an understanding begin to flow above against her expression as you gazed above her beside the soft trembling of her tone as she Don't you over with that trembling depth that made a per expression as she met the trembling of your eyes.

"What exactly did you feel, when I told you my husband's last name? About the love that we shared together? The life?"

The frog woman size troubled over towards your inquiry, and you only tilted your head further perva towards aside with your eyes flashing up into a further disparagement a question, your hedge twisting over into a deep and detrimental nudge of your own desperation as you look to bar for beside her, your hand tilting at Barbara to the side of a fire of inquiry as you gaze to beside her while you waited for her to speak. she turned her head away, and there seem to be a soft trembling that overcame her expression for a moment does she telled her head away and twist her eyes away from you for a moment I should give up a self-trumble of her cry while our head turned down for a moment, and she rolled up her shoulders as she did so as it seemed as if there was a certain kind of depth that overcame her expression even just from your inquiry that was beyond what she knew how to cope with, as that trembling took over the small ease of her expression for moment, a deep emptiness of clear suffering that trimmed above against her eyes from your inquiry. You're pressed your lips together, and to his self gentle tint of your understanding as your hands grazed a bar of a side or palms come up and her eyes flashed up back again as she looked over at you, her eyes watered and trembling as she looked over towards where your fingertips gradually begin to take themselves upon gently trembling apart against her as you not over at her within your understanding, giving a small trembling, but understandable raise of your life, as your eyes gently flicked up across from her as you squeezed her hands further with the attempt of anything that even could have slay the resembled a reassurances you looked over a cross from her within your understanding.

"I didn't think that anything that I would mention about my husband or myself would have had that kind of effect. I didn't think, or even begin to realize-"

"It's not your fault." The frog twisted her eyes back down over towards your hands again and they're almost seem to be a gentle kind of humor that was in her expression, and her hands reached out as a gently troubled up over against a side of yours as her lips, quivering, erased up as her hands gently pressed and caressed up over the side the edge of the pale of your palms. Her voice seemed as if it was a soft broken edge of a troubled whisper now as she spoke, and she nodded that she looked up over it to you, and it seemed as if she was trying to recollect herself from the most disoriented devastation that had taken even just so much from your word. Your eyes faulted as you gazed a perfect against her as you waited for it to speak but she gave up a quick edge of breath, a trembling of her tone as she shook her head even as her eyes watered, and then raised up her pout and live further permeators where she rolled up her shoulders, her throat contorted, and then indicated her eyes back over towards the door as she gently swept her hands over towards the middle of your back, and indicated for you to go back down and over behind the door. her head turned over the side of her shoulder, and you twisted your body as you begin to make your way hesitantly, that you tripped over your ankles, back over and into the bedroom-But you turned as you looked over towards her, not pausing, as your lips trimmed what is your roughly stopped before you could be firmly brought over and into the bed as you looked her over within a sharp inquiry of your eyes, your expression faulted and trembled as you saw the way that slowly did she told her head back over towards you, and it seems if she was trying to function through some kind of eternal fog from the amount of suffering that she had within her, her confliction and bewilderment, whether she admitted it or not.

"is it something that you recognize, or is it just a feeling? Something that you feel like that you should be aware of or something that you've done wrong, something that troubles you that you can't find any kind of sense of peace with no matter how much you would want to?"

The frog woman left it up her lips, and her eyes twisted down right as she did so as she gave up a small edge of her breath of laughter, although it was clear that it was broken within its intention, and she twisted her eyes as she looked it forever to you and gave you a small, but broken edge of her lip of a small laughter, exhausted, with her eyes trembling up over towards her disparagement as she did so and her exhaustion, though it seemed as if it took her more effort than she knew what to do with azarized troubled up within their red of what seemed like something more than she knew what to do with.

"It's just a feeling."

Here I have twisted as you turned your head down as you gave up a small knot, and it could hear the way significantly that there was that soft tremor of her tone. Your eyes flashed a perva towards her as her expression for it as your eyes flight does you look to borrow the side her, and she rolled up her shoulders again, her eyes still gently faulted him over still yet with her deep grief, and she indicated her shoulders are probably back over to make your way over and inside of the bedroom, her hands trembling as she gazed her hands up orbit hoards the middle side of your back. You allowed your ankles gum even as they are ugly tripping and hitting up against their feet, to stumble your way back girlfriend into the bedroom, keeping your head down as you did so as you begin to feel the way that she forced you back inside. Her body was still trembling, the large nature of her broad shoulders curled in, and she tripped over her feet as she turned as she grazed her hands up over against the door and still they in firmly begin to shut it behind her, her shoulders curved in as she did so until there was a firm shut over from the other end, and her large, stoic and curved in body paused for a moment from the way that her hands had graced up over firmly at the side the door, her shoulders curled up over against it for a mama does her body trembled while she gave his soft side and curled her hands up over against the door, as if she were still trying to collect that grief of whatever it was that you would accidentally inspired out of her and whatever way that she could manage as her body curled over and within herself against it.

She gave up a soft, reset of a trembling of her breath come out and rolled up her shoulders over beneath the side of the edge of the massive large cloak of the rag of what it seemed like that she was forced to wear if only for the sake of trying to be able to amend whatever kind of heaviness and weariness and melancholy that had taken her in the four circumstances of whatever it was that it was clear that she was forced to appease and to live by, but she cleared her throat, although it seemed as if it wrecked or slightly, and she smiled, the bottom of her lip trembling as she turned with her melancholy against her features as she turned her eyes, but are sweetly, and gave up a soft trembling edge of a breath that she turned her eyes above her to the side of where your body paused as you looked over at her with your deep intensity of inquiry. Her hinge twisted above into the side as she began to press her hands above towards a stream over tears, her body is downward and trouble that she did so she choked but very clearly did she clear her throat does she made a visible effort to come then and with their hands trembling to begin to rush her body above beside you as her hands reached out and gripped over and troubled at beside your own. You paused as you felt the way that your hands begin to use above against her palms, your eyes flashed as you looked up over against her as you felt the way that her hands quickly firmly gripped up against the side of your palms as her large fat and looked raised up as she looked you over with the soft dry trembled at her expression, and she swallowed, her body twisting down right, and then cleared her throat as she tried to speak as best as she was able to, although it was clear that she was still taken over by that surreal emotion of whatever it was that you had admitted out of her what's such a freshness that it seemed as if she was finding a struggle of finding any logical reason not to fall into it within its entirety.

"There's going to be a meeting, a ceremony in a sense for the fact that they captured you in a couple of hours, I don't know how long it's going to last, or what that's going to look like or what I should say, I do know that they're going to expect you to be here and that you're going to expect it to be fully waiting for whatever it is of what they decide to be able to do with you, there isn't going to be any allowance of anything other than the fact of what they feel like should happen in terms of trying to be able to take care of you, what they think should come out of it come in and anything else is going to be firmly and entirely rebelled against and they're not going to like anything of what could come out of any kind of protest or if any kind of fight or deconventionality out of it. There's nothing that I can do except do the best that I can to prepare you, and now that I know about what it feels like to know what you are and that all those words all those thoughts, philosophies and of those distant stories, broken up as much as they are within the space of where we are in our placement being so distant distant from the Earth or where they're both of you manifested and the lives that you had and the way that you reached out to each other with that sentiment to begin with, it's so far from me, it was so far of an experience that I had but nonetheless, I'm still in desperate to try to be able to make sure that I can reach out to you and help you in some way, I can't bear to see this feeling just being brought a barbitored to me as flung away as much as simple structures of the way that things are told to be. You understand me?"

Everyone sounded as if it was hollowed and trembling with some kind of grief in her eyes full of certain kind of troubling loss, not something specifically that was shared over from what you had shared by sharing Bojack's name or what you had done together but more so it seemed like some sort of trembling general philosophy that took against her and seemed as if it filter with a guide of deep tears, her hand stayed gripped up over beside her palms as she looked over at you intensely, her eyes trembled and her expression twisted up over against you and she kept her hands firmly trapped up over beside your hands. You were overwhelmed, and clearly it must have showed on your face if there was anything to go by from the way that briefly, though you didn't mean to, you stepped back over beside her hand, and there was a self like of change it begins to rise as she saw the way that you did so, and she gave up a sub shake you trembling laughter as if she was trying to connect herself as best as she was able to for whatever kind of sudden dysfunctional nature of her despair that it taken her upon feeling and interacting with you, and she twisted her head as she turned it over to the side as she gave up another sound troubling edge of a laughter, twisted her head abruptly as she did so as her lips gently faltered in tremor to come up and roll up her shoulders as she did so as she swept away her body for a moment, although her hands were still trembling up over towards the wet exhaust of the entanglement of our cheeks, and you turned over sharply as you saw the way that she began to walk away inward, though it seemed as if there's anything to go by from the trembling of her tone as you twisted and followed her movement, that she was far from being anyone that would have been able to find any reconciliation anytime soon from the despair that was clearly taking her.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying to figure out how to be able to deal with this gum how to be able to understand this feeling, I knew that everything of what happened, the culture of the way that things work I'm at the structure of what we're doing the system, the way that we're trying to go against things, I knew that it was for the sake of trying to be able to just reach out even if Justin or to our own impossibly finite way some sense of control but I didn't think, I couldn't have imagined that it felt anything like that, this feeling coming I just don't know what to do with it, it feels like it could carry me away, and it feels like I've spent my whole life betraying myself, maybe even an existence of a life that I don't even comprehend that has to do with this surreal heaviness, I'm just trying to figure out how to be able to cope with it, and I don't think that's selling you out over towards a ceremonies going to do any good."

Your eyes, as inquiry as much as they were and as uncertain and as unsettled, flick down over beside the pale of your hands which were still wretched and torn with various different red grappling up against them, and your lips pressed together as your expression for it as your turns your hands down it flicked your palms up over beside the deep shard of the blue that was smoking out over from the edge of your fingertips as you press your lips together with the firm, distant consideration is your shoulders rolled and flick to rise up over beside the blue fog taking up against your hand. You swallowed the clay, and your eyes twisted back or a towards where you could see the way that that blood stout stoic woman of the grief or the frog woman was still laughing to herself within her light melancholy, her eyes trembling up over the side her hands as she did so she kept her head shook, and her body crawled in as you continue to hear the way that she gave out those soft cries for a disparagement as she did so as her body kept her bold and in stoic, exhausted, that she swayed with her body cloaked and shredded above against her form as her expression curled and, still yet deeply crying as she did so as she continued to laugh over with the deep trembling shaking its beyond what she clearly knew how to deal with-and the depth inside of her grief, the uncertainty was in deniable, something almost chilling about it, and your eyes gently rolled back upward again as you looked over against aside the trembling inward at the stout of her body and the way that her words choked over into someone that had a certain authenticity to it that can only come from nothing more than the deepest form of despair and of the reflection of it.

"I had no idea." You spoke gently, and your voice sounded almost just as disgruntled and as exhausted as much as the choking of her tone and data, both compelling and chilling at the same time, and softly did she begin to roll up her shoulders as she turned into the soft The trembling tone of her eyes coming and slowly did she turn as she looked up over beside you as her hands crept up over against the shawls of her dress come up her lips still stumbling and stoic as she did so as she turned and looked over towards that soft inquiry that flashed up or against your expression as you turned and you looked her over. "I had no idea that it would have affected you-"

"That's why you spoke his name? Because you knew that you would have had some kind of power." there was a sternness to the frog's tone, and your eyes flashed down over into a timid extent as you did so as you heard the way that there was that deep challenge of sternness in her tone. Her fingertips pressed up over beside the balls of her fist as she snapped her eyes and looked you over, and your lips together as you turn to rise down, shoulders curled in as you did so as you turned your head above towards aside instead of being able to find it within yourself to acknowledge her directly as you saw the way that she began to stirly step away above her beside you, though it seemed as if she was too taken by her motion to truly have any genuine and anger that was within her, still within it on shame did you snap your way back as you saw the way that she began to firmly step away over towards the front of you,. Tell it to perva towards the side as she gland drives over at you within a deep firm inquiry as she looked you over with both fascination, but at the same time it distilled challenge as a rise flashed up over against the side of the form of your body. "I may not know who you are, but you knew exactly what you were doing."

"I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't necessarily think that it would work, to be quite honest is very little of what I know of what we'll do what or in what way or how, and there's no possible way that I ever would have predicted that it would have-"

Your lips together, your eyes lowered and exhausted, as your eyes flashed up over against the side of your hand as your fingertips can two to grip over against your palm as you swallow it slowly, and then you flip your eyes back over towards the frog, whose expression seemed as if he was still on defense, stoic and disbelieving towards a suffering of that of what she had her projected upon to but, quickly did she turn her head down and she gave up a brief knot and she did so, and you turned as you looked over towards her within your thought question, your eyes still faltered and tired, but you dared to look up over beside her as your eyes trembled while you looked over at her while you waited for her to speak.

"I can't make any promises. It's going to be very difficult trying to be able to hide you, and I know that that peacock felt it too and I don't know how an Earth she could have any kind of sense of such deep and humanity that she could even dare to pretend like this feeling doesn't exist, or like it would be anything to even hope to be able to ignore why she would even want to, I can't imagine that kind of emptiness inside me that I would dare to be able to go against this for even half of a moment, this feeling, this odd despair, this natural one to being able to fight against it and whatever way that I could-" her voice was was tense, her eyes flashed above her beside you, and she swallowed thickly as she did so as her eyes flashed a perfect against her body as you continue to look you over, both with her, but with what was a clear stoic tension beyond what she knew what to do with us to be against you as her voice continue to tremble, but you swallowed thickly as she looked up over beside you, and it seemed as if she readjusted, and she gave a quick stoic curtain out of her look as if she's trying to collect herself in the shock of her trembling, at least as briefly as quickly as she was able to as she paused with a quick swallow while she looked you over.

As if something snapped inside of her she turned, and you could hear the way that there is a quick breathlessness of her throat, and you turned your head over towards the side into a further inquiry, and turned your hand down as you began to take it upon yourself to begin to follow her, your head twisted apartment towards the side as you saw the way that locally within her frantic exhausted movement, she began to rush away as quickly as much as she was able to over between the wardrobe which had several different thrown together various dresses, forms of various different thrown together malt and if otherwise and dryness that was behind the wood. it was clear that she was stoically caught up over and towards her despair as she troubled her hands up against it as she guided her hands and forced it over beside the wardrobe, groping her palms up against it, turning her hands up or freaking society that she did so as she slammed it open. You could see the way that her voice was clearly caught up over towards a deep stoic extension of her tension, the way that she was completely taken by a form of her disparagement, the way they're expression was twisted and exalted beyond what she knew what to do with as you saw the way that her lips continue to tremor as she grabbed or transferably above against the side of the wardrobe, her eyes flashed over with that deep and multiple trembling up against her hand as she stepped her way back, and began to tremble her hands over towards what was one of the various different folded clothes that was underneath the wardrobe. You pressed your lips together as your eyes looked over at her with the deep and inquiries you saw the way that she gripped her arms a barbicide her chest, her lips trembling as she twisted her body back as she did so, and her expression still caught up over towards something that was surreal but then it's disparagement and if it's unknowing, and after a moment you begin to rush yourself over beside her until he reached up your hands and jail they grew up over beside her hands, which currently had part of her to not be fingertips troubled over towards a swing of dress that was used to particide her palms. She snapped her eyes up over towards you in a surprise that she felt the way that your hands reached out and gently grabbed before her against her, and you gave up a small, trembling raise of your lip as you looked over beside her and kept your hands gently gripped up over the side her wrist, and then gave her a slow gentle nod of your own permission for her to be able to slow it down within the disparagement of her mood. Her lips pressed together, and understanding slowly overcoming her eyes, and she flaked her eyes up forever towards you as she gave you a small but trembling exertion of a raise of her lip, though it was still trembling over within more disparagement more than to clearly she knew what to do with, and then twisted her head over to the side as she shook her head with a quick brief laughter, then extension of her nervousness, and then twisted her eyes as she turned with her expression faltered and then Easter hands up against the side of the clothes that she turned as she looked over at you at the soft fur of inquiry while she looked you over, though it was clear that her eyes, almost as if she was trying to fight up over towards some deep knowledge of despair, was strange to perforwards her expression as she turned with her expression tense and tremored as she looked you over-both overwhelmed, but stoically accepting as she did so until she gave you a quick, small trim would raise a romant while she trying to come out of the spell at least for a moment, enough to be able to help you, in any case, Never look to you as your head tilted up barbitoids the side within your inquiry as you looked over within your discomfort and if inquiry that it seemed as if she was trying to pull nails out from the fact of being able to genuinely believe or to do so.

"I can try to dress you up. It's lucky that you're human, and more than that a human woman, we have plenty of those around here and save for the fact that your face and of the fact that you're a big news around here since the way you showed up, I don't think that it should be too difficult to dress you up as someone else entirely, as a matter of fact I feel like you would almost be harder to not. At this point I think it's just a matter of making sure that I can dress you up as best as I can, make sure that everything is accordingly to the way that it should be and how I can make sure that there is a deep sense of being able to have you dressed up into a certain kind of way and we go from there, I don't know what else there really is to it, except to try to do the best that I can to make sure that you keep your head low. I have a couple of places that I can think of that I can take you or you can try to hide as you try to figure out how to be able to get back out there, back out into the cosmos obviously, or whatever kind of empty space of where you may have came from to begin with and to go from there, I don't know what else to do other than the fact."

You pressed your lips together as you looked over her with a stoic understanding, and her eyes flashed as she gave you a sound to trembling raise around I bet she nodded and then, pressing her two lips together she looked a barber towards your body but still that trembling look over red and dies but, pinching her fingertips above beside the dress she stepped away over beside you as she began to ease her body over against the side of the edge of the form of where you were tenseless standing in front of her with nothing but the ragged of your dress to keep you any kind of sense of focus. Use turned right over towards the side as you saw the way that she frantically began to ease her body up over again society the form of where you stood so fret and frail in front of her, your head snapping at Barbara to the side as he gave a small breaths of at first and commentary, then a soft stoic calm as you turned and watch the way that she began to ease her body frantically up over against the form of yours that she looked over you with the sound gentle inquiry taking of her for him as she looked over towards a stoic quick for her nature of your body as she looks you over as her eyes flashed up against the form of your curved in body.

"How comfortable are you wearing an animal's head? Maybe I could even make it so that you look like somebody else entirely to begin with, and the more unrecognizable you are the better chance to get their fuss will have at having any chance of not having to deal with anything that might come up, or having anything taken from us, and by us I mean obviously the feeling that you admitted inside of me, and I can give you a chance to try to clear your head enough for an opportunity to get out of here. What do you think?"

Your head turned over the side of your shoulder as your eyes were slow and dim and falled it as you looked up against her, and you could see that there was almost a borderline delusion of troubling from the way that she was speaking to you but, nonetheless was there a deep inquiry that was dressed up against horizon for a default during of an edge of her desire of hope, and for the want of it as she looks you over. Your expression gently pressed together as he lived above her against her and slowly did you lift up your lips, and your eyes turn down somberly as you did so as you begin to feel a soft disquieted calm using up against your body, as you turn to Ryan's down as you heard the way that she gave up a soft trembling of the edible breath as you did so as her eyes flashed up over against the form of her body, and not it quickly as she did so as her hands nervously began to read just over against the edge of the side of her dress and that she had picked out to come in and she twisted her head as she looked over towards the inside of them two bedroom, still lavished over with a red stoic and empty as much as it had ever been.

"Wonderful."

Your eyebrows forward together as you thought over her proposition, and you turned your eyes back over at her as you gave her a small tilt of an edge of your expression for a moment as you look to rover within your inquiry.

"Where is the animal's head going to come from?"

The front woman twisted rises she looked over at you almost as if within a surprise, and then she briefly laughed and she twisted her head down, nervously, her laughter coming out broke and as she did so but she nodded over with this soft twinkle of her understanding as she looked over beside your inquiry.

"Don't worry. It would be fake. I have a couple of jobs that I've had where I've had to make a fake ones just for the sake of ceremonies like this, they've had a centric ways of going about it in the past, celebrating things like this. It's only a matter of making sure that I can come up with one that would be able to appease their need or their desire and then we go from there. That's all. I promise. It's just for tonight, and, maybe we could put in a different woman, one that isn't actually you, and they could try to be able to analyze with that affirm they'd want with her. At least then, you would have a little bit of time of being able to figure out what you want, how you ended up here and what you're expected to do from it going from there, I think it's about as good of a plan of as much as anything ever would be, and I know that it might not necessarily be entirely clean and that there's a lot of holes in it but then again, so is allowing yourself to be firmly used for whatever it is that they might come up with, not knowing if you would even survive for food pay off, don't you think?"

Your expression was tense still, and you shook your head as you flicked your eyes away from her as we did so as her expression for it above towards the painful trembling of your tone. You turned your eyes as you look down over towards the blue light that was projected firmly above against your palms, your eyes flashing as you look up over at it with the stoic look for a moment as you did so as your hands gripped over towards his side of your palms as you looked up in front of you with the distant disparagement of intensity of exhaustion while you did so. Briefly, did you turn your head as you looked up over towards the burning blue light that was spanning up over from the end of the side of the pail of your palm is your expression furrowed as you looked over your hands, and in the corner of your eye you can see the way that the frog woman with an offer and erotic desperation let out a small breath of bring Corey, twisting her head over towards the side as she waited for you to speak, and your eyes flashing him over beside her for a moment and to a distant, and give away within your own uncertainty, your fingertips pressing up against her hand again, and then rolling up your shoulders as you did so as you gave up a deep, desperate edge of a breath and begin to rush away back over beside the bed as you settled yourself down briefly for a moment.

"Whatever it was that brought me over here, and I have a feeling that it was the universe trying to be able to use me for whatever it was that it would have seen fit, and desperate to be able to do it, for whatever it is that I brought me here, I'm sure there was a certain kind of ability that I'm expected to be aware of, to use in some way. I don't doubt it for even a moment."

The frog looked over at you with a soft tumbler for expression and briefly did she raise up her lip with a soft quivering for a moment as she gave up a gentle breath of her word, though she didn't speak anything that she simply waited for you to collect yourself and it was clear from the way that she was looking over you with the stoic disbelief that she had very little patience for any kind of inquiry that you could have had over towards the physicality with that dressed up around you within the light, but you couldn't help it, and your inquiry was too deep to know what to do except a twist your eyes back down, expression firm and tremor to, as you twisted your eyes and looked up armor beside the edge of your hands while your fingertips continue to press, and thrust firmly above against the side you're at your hands as your expression twisted and looked above her beside the edge of where your palms grazed apart against the blue light surrounding up against your palm as you twisted and looked it over.

"My body doesn't feel the same. I think there was something left from it when I was projected up over here to begin with. Probably more than likely something that would help to benefit me by being here, unless it wanted me to be destroyed, but frankly, I can't imagine that that would actually be true considering-"

Your fingertips press back over against your hands again and you saw the way of your fingers pressed up over against the blue light those twisting above her against the skin that made up your palm. Your eyes snapped back up as you looked over into a soft and breathless inquiry beside the frog woman, and there seemed as if there was more so just a stomach exhausted feel that was looking against her now as she heard the way that you're speaking with such a trembling, borderline desperation of trying to be able to figure out over towards the uncertainty of how you felt, and your expression for it as you look down at her desperately as you waited for it either agree or at the very least to give you a permission of being able to speak and to move forward into such a way.

"we don't have a lot of time to figure things out. I already know of a theater place that I used to work by, a place where I had to come up with several different animal masks, for us certain different ceremony before what we had to deal with previously when we were dealing with having to bring another people and other civilizations and getting rid of them and using them for our own benefit. At the time, we wanted to make a mockery of the animals because a lot of them were just so extra straightforward animals, we wanted to use it to the best of the ability that we were able to and also to mark our success with it, it felt good at the time, having a genuine reason to come together and to truly love, to take care in a celebrate each other, even if it might have been farthest from the thing of what we were necessarily meant to do, even if it made me feel so miserable, but it was something. And that was always enough."

Your lip trumbled, but you turned as you looked over at her through the emptiness of the red dark surrounding you, gently smiling as you looked over her with the stoic acknowledgment, though your fingertips did not move the way that they were troubled at Barbara beside the deep trampling and ease of your palm as you looked over and beside her, and your head gently ease downward for a moment as you swallow thickly as your eyes flickered up over towards your palms in front of you, gently tremoring all the while as you did so is your hands pressed firmly up over against the stoic tension of your body. You could see the way that the blue fong that was coming outside of your hand almost like holes was projecting in and out from the occasional glow and glimmer from the end of the side of your palms, your expression focused and stern and uncertain as you pressed your fingertips against a tensely, and then released again, and then pressed it firmly and stoically if we're against the ear palms and you could see the way that the blue light is fading in and out almost within its borderline permission from the way that it was so deeply embedded a bummer beside your skin. You could almost see the intersection that made up the various different blue lines so it's flickering as a peeked it over beside your skin, the way that it seemed as if it was almost teasing out over beside your palms as you twisted as you looked it over, and then saw the way that it just as quickly faded again just as quickly, but still kept with them baseline borderline blue light that was gently flowing as a flicker to barbican side of your palm, as if waiting for you to acknowledge it.

"I don't think that I should play games in terms of trying to be able to disguise myself. If it went wrong, or if there was anything that happened or if there was anything that they may have recognized about me, I don't know if there's any way that either of us could come back from that, I don't know how harsh your people are but from the way that it is I don't think that they're have any elbow room for being able to accommodate anybody that might be a threat to them. I don't know how far I can get with this."

Your head turned over to the side, your lips trembling as you did so as your body continued to rock. You could sense the way that you were losing the firm stoic threat of your body as you kept your eyes flicker over towards the side within your distraction. Your eyes snapped up as you looked over towards where there was that soft turn of the head of the frog as she looked over beside you, although it was clear at this point that she really more so had would seem like an increasingly more disparaged sense of what seemed like her own stoic frustration, latched on and over beside our fear more than anything else that she left you over. She turned her head down over the side where she had her hands troubled up over beside the sheet, turned her eyes upward stoically for a moment as she rolled her shoulders come up and then begin to ease her body firmly over beside you, and when you ease back for a moment to only on defense as your body curled in, the frog woman kneel down in front of you come and still buy tracing it begins to you, and your eyes fall too interested as you looked her over, as you waited for her to be able to speak as her eyes looked up against you into the soft gentle ease but the exhaustion of her melancholy, which was full of more fear than you knew what to do with, as your body grades back as you saw the way that she yield herself down in front of you within her soft and desperation.

"Use the disguise. Use the disguise, just for tonight's ceremony, if nothing else. Frankly they're just trying to be able to decide but what to do to amend their own fear and their disgruntement and they're broken heart innocent everything else that's making up their situation right now, that's all, they just need a little bit of confirmation, a little bit of reconcilation and, they need to know that you're someone that's complacent enough that you'll show up, will use a woman, believe me when I say that in this culture, which I'm sure you've already figured out is not as nearly well put together as much as it should be, does not have a lot to lose, and is miserable enough that she's willing to put up with the risks, just your best to be able to stay with that for a little while, see what we can get out of it. I promise you that you're not going to be caught for as long as I can buy you another cost and because everybody out there is too crazy and too selfish and to sell focus to do much except to just focus on what works for them for the time being so you don't need to worry about anything other than to just do whatever it is that works for you for the time being, I promise, and you can just stay back in the corner, I'll specifically make sure that nobody comes out to try to be the find you or hurt you or can even recognize you. Just for one night, just for the ceremony. I can promise you, I think the book that just need this far more than either of us care or perhaps the ability of being able to admit. But we can try. Please tell me that you'll at the very least try."

Your eyes flashed to borrow the side or, and you only fill out a deep melancholy of your own uncertainty for a moment as you look to over beside or as you are the way that her voice spoke with such a deep trouble, and you could sense the desperation in her voice enough that your eyes slashed down, lips press together, expression for I would come as you twisted your eyes and look down over towards a trembling of your hand that was beside the blue light that your palms are flickering over against. Your eyes flashed a barber beside the frog woman as you heard the way that she spoke over with such a deep desperation, and you pressed your fingertips over towards the stoic fog of the light for a moment with another foreign group of your hands, but as your eyes flashed up our road beside the for uncleman while your eyes flashed as you look her over, briefly did you begin to nod, if only for the sake of the pity that you felt upon seeing the way that there is such a deep desperation, I'm baking inside of her eyes.

Her lips raised up as you saw the way that it instant relief began to overcome her upon your word, and she smiled further, really flooding above towards the emotion of her expression as she did so, and she even let out a deep breath of her laughter of her own relief as she did so as she began to readjust her hands up against the side of yours, turning your palms as she looked over with the deep inquiry through her emotion as best as she could focus on as her eyes quickly and briefly snapped at Barbara towards the edge of her hands, your eyes fall during as you looked over against her as you're allowed your hands to being expected while you waited for her to twist Desiree snapped over against the side of your hands and the blue that twisted out over from the edge of your skin, your eyes fledged to Barbara towards an inquiry as you look her over as you waited for her to speak.

"You can work on trying to figure out how true that is. In any case. I won't stop you." she's followed the clay, and her hands down they began to thread outside from the edge of your palms, and your eyes gently flickered up as you looked over against her as you went and left it out your lips to speak a word, but then quickly followed it as you saw the way that she began to raise up her body, her eyes flickered in distant as she began to make way back over towards the window. She told her head out, turning as she looked over towards where she could hear the way that the red light and the focus of the various different surrounding in the calls from the outside or increasing from what seem like the incessantly busy in the miserable outdoors, and you paused as you waited for her to speak, your eyes flashed apart against her as you did so, I splashed over towards the edge of the side her eyes, and her expression began to be overcome with the Saul and to her own defense come in the soft exhaustion that troubled up against her, until she gave it the salt to breath and shook of her head, her expression for it and then not quickly as she brieflyked her eyes apart against you, plants supposed to her beside her arms, and begin to indicate for you to stand yourself up, her hands begin to undo the dress that begin display over in front of her.

It rolled open, and your hands pressed over beside the edge of the mattress as you begin to raise yourself up, twisting as you look derivative towards the various shred of the ongoing feathers that began to roll up over beside her hands as she opened and rolled it forward, and your hinge twisted armor towards the side as you looked over towards where the various different shine of feathers begin to flash up against the front of you. As you looked over towards that you almost couldn't feel anything then would almost felt like a brief laughter that began to overcome the upon seeing it, your interested in lavished up or towards the side as you did so as you turned and looked over towards where you could see the way that the outfit was dressed up into such a way that it would have been drenched over towards something that would have been a Raven's cloak, no different from any other of the feathers that would have made up any animal or bird, safe for the fact that it was rolled over and is something that wouldn't have dressed up in the curves to execute any form of a body.

Your lips raised up into a trouble of something that almost seemed like amusement, and your eyes flashed up as you turn as he looked over towards where the light inside of the frog woman's eyes raised of slightly apologia over, and her eyes flashed as she told her that she turned it indicated for you to make your way further or for beside the rollout of the feather of the cloak. Your interested as you turned your eyes above towards aside as you looked over towards a swaying up of the leather as you focused your eyes up against it, and then rolled up your shoulders into a soft acceptance as you looked over towards the way that it jelly and stoically flowed up over towards the side of your eyes.

"I don't think that the peacock downstairs is going to let me off easy, not after what you just saw a little bit a while ago in terms of whatever it is that you might have filmed, I think she's going to know that's something is significantly up, and that there's a chance that I might try to do something. She doesn't know me very well, thank goodness for that today, so she doesn't know what I might try to do if I was inspired to be able to try to change something. I think it's probably better to focus on that virtue for right now more than it is anything else."

You didn't say anything, but you simply not it as you looked up aside or, and your arms crossed as you looked a perva towards display of the blue of the crow's feathers that were flowing up against you as you saw the way that they floated underneath the grip of her hand. Her eyes snapped out right and over to the side as rice flat as she looked up her beside the form of your body, and she gave a small raise from that that seemed as if it was the closest thing within the midst of the trembling of her body that she would have been able to amend your attention. You stepped your way back as you looked over beside or as you begin to see the way that she began to ease her body over and against the side of your own as you begin to gently dress the feathers in the cloak of around you, and you twisted as you turned your head over to the side as you began to feel the way that did the feathers and the roughness of a gently begin to guide as a grazed up over and around your body, giving up a small breath of your contamin as you rolled up your shoulders and begin to feel the way that it was generally dressing up against its spot near body and it's warm, stoic forms it did so as a feathers you only laugh or just a morph against the side of your body while at rest and adorn above towards the curves of your form. You turned your head back, and bit down on your lip as you rolled up your eyes as you tried your best to find acceptance as you felt the way that the cloak gradually begin to twist as a rolled apart against the form of your body, and tell it firmly rested it over towards the side at the edge of your shoulders as occurred and firmly pressed up over against the form of the tension of your skin as you felt the way that the feathers begin to lather and whispered over against the side of your skin as a wrapped over against your shoulders. You turned your head over to the side, felt the way that the weight firmly sold it up over against her shoulders, and then begin to readjust your body as you sell it in over towards the warm he to the feathers of it, turned your body back, and felt the way that it's stoically begin to wrap over as embedded firmly above her against your skin in your body.

"Wonderful. We'll just have to make sure that I can get you over to try to sneak over to the theater, see what I can get you, but I think the it'll be able to pass just fine and once you do, after that, it's just a matter of making sure that I can get you over towards a place where you have the time to think."

"And what about the person, the poor woman that's going to take my place to try to be able to pretend to be me?" Your voice softly protect over towards an inquiry as you turned your head and looked a perfect towards the side of where the for uncle men stepped away back from the edge of your shoulders in the cloak of your body, she seemed as if she was too occupied both with the trembling of her eyes and the turn of her devastation to do much except a test or way back as she looked over at you that's troubled and flashed up over against the form of your body, and then she quickly smiled though she troubled as she got it arise up and gave you a quick brief not, and stepped our way back as she did so as she saw the way that you readjusted your body and pressed your hands over towards the scratchiness of the feathers around you, although it was clear that there was something smooth enough about them that it must have come from a real one. You felt a small flash of inquiry at that, your shoulders rolling up is your hands graced further above against aside the feathers touching up over against your palms, and you turned as you looked over towards the Franklin, as she simply Easter hands upon beside the middle part of your back before you could speak, and briefly and frantically begin to indicate for you to make your way up over beside the bedroom doors you tripped over your feet as you turn to begin to follow her towards where she guided you and pushed you a towards the entrance.

"Don't say anything for now. The most important thing right now is that we don't try to feel like we have a sense of control whether it's in any period I'm going to take you down, I'm going to be honest with her about the fact you seem to be a little bit sick after having to be out for a little while, that you don't feel well and that you're not sure what to do or about what to make about being here and that it could cause to be a danger to you, or to anyone else unless you manage to be able to find and if visit a doctor or. I'll make sure that it's clear that it's for the sake of everybody else that's involved within the city, make her be able to see from late that it's really something that should be attended to as quickly as much as possible, I want her to be able to feel like that there's no choice in that she would be selfish and guilty to try to be all of the take you away from that otherwise, and then we go from there. I want to make sure that she doesn't feel like that I'm doing anything special with you, and we have to try to be able to protect over towards that and he asbestos were able to. remember, you're sick, and we're trying to do the best we can to try to be able to calm you down for the ceremony tonight so you can be properly analyzed, okay?"

The frogs woman's hand was trembling as she pressed her hands over towards the middle part of your back, and although you were full of tension and you were slightly curved in upon feeling the way their hands pressed up against a side of your own, your eyes flashed over and do a soft and inquiry as he looked up against her as you saw the way that her eyes flashed over against you, with a trembling emotion of devastation and if in Korea she looked over at you, there was clear from the emotion of rise that she was desperate for you to agree, and you gave up a small raise of your lip, so all the thickly, even as your expression for old, and when she gave you a small nod of her just for trembling of her agreement and turned to make sure that you would follow you paused for a moment, and she paused as she looked at Barbara at you with her eyes flashing up, though it was clear that to an extension there was an impatient that she waited for you to speak.

"Have you done anything like this before? At all?"

The Franklin size faulted for a moment at your question, as of swimming I've been taken out of her but then she quickly let out a quick edge of her breath, trembling and letting out a laughter she did so as her expression for her does she snapped her head away from you as she did so, expression trembling as her body He is downward within the weight of her form, and she reached out her hand as she pressed it over towards the middle part of your body, and indicated for you to come further up over the side of the door and even though you felt the need to push away, if only because you could feel just how much she wants troubling and that she was struggling to be able to amend her clear misery, she Easter hands up against you, stoically pressing her palms before we're against the side of your body as she did so, and continue to push you a partner beside the door and even though your ankles tripped and pressed if against yourself within your insert intake, you allowed yourself to be pushed forward in over towards the front entrance and tell her hand trembling, reached out and guided and gradually opened it over beside the door, her and sticking out as she did so she looked over towards the stoic red emptiness from the outside, and she turned as she indicated for you to begin to follow, using her hands over towards the middle part of your back as she did so and she indicated firmly for you to begin to follow her outside. United as you looked above towards her, giving her a sound trembling breath if your own exertion of agreement as you did so as you began to graduate follow her out, though your body was twisted down, your eyes mounted up into a deep exertion of your own insert and take, your body snapped in word as you felt the way their hands pressed up aside your own as she continued to ease her body up within a deep almost boring line desper exertion is she continue to ease her body out does her lip trembled as she pushed you out and over towards the hallway.

"No, I haven't done anything like this before. I never expected that I would, and I suppose, that maybe I'm being a little bit mad towards the fact that I am but, I don't think it's too unusual considering, considering the fact that in many ways that we're both into a sense of constant survival, and that very little of either of us knows exactly what to do or what that even means or what that looks like, just that we do in fact, have to survive. Everything we comes a little bit blurred and about what I'm going to come to that fact, but I know that we're both led by one thing for sure, even if we might go about it and completely different ways."

"What's that?" You allowed the uncertainty of your ankles to follow her down over beside or her hands was trembling over towards the middle part of your back, herself letting out her soft desperate troubling exertion of breath that she did so, her eyes distant and trembling and malted as she did so as she continued to force you down up over towards the stomach nature of the red hallway, and she twisted her head down and she gave up a soft stoic loft or she rolled up her shoulders that she can take to get you down the hallway and eventually, down at part over towards the stairs, her eyes twisting over within their desperate trembling tone of their own expression of emotion, and her hand reaching out as she took it upon herself to use her hands up over beside your eyes going to and you flickered your eyes closed as you tilted your head down as you focus to your focus solely on tripping your feed down and over beside the steps, stepping over from one side and over towards the next as you did so, as you begin to tremble and exert your feet up over and down the steps, and it kept her body leaned up over against the side of the edge of the woman as you continue to let it her breathless, desperate focus of them ease of the form of our focus and she kept her arms troubled up against you while she can tell you to force you quickly down up against the red of the scenario steps.

"Despair. Personal worry about what will happen to us if we don't fight, and whatever way that that would make sense to us with."

Her sentence, for an odd reason what you off, and your shoulders rolled up as you did so as you gave up a slight nod, finding yourself subconsciously acknowledging and agreeing with her even though you did not mean to, and as you turned as you looked over at her as briefly as much as you were able to despite the fact that you were now keeping us turned in as best as you were able to, you found yourself licking your eyes as you looked up over beside or coming seeing the way that she was still trembling with her tone swing over from one side and over towards the next, horizon lower it and tired and exalted above her towards within their own disparagement as she did so, stealing up breathing heavy, as you continue to form you as quickly as much as you was able to down and over to the bottom of the steps. You kept your head downward as you did so, your shoulder is firmly and desperately crawled up over towards the exertion of the list of nature of the tear of your dress, as you allowed the frog woman within all of her helplessness and our breathlessness to begin to guide you firmly back over towards the top of the desk, and your eyes faltered as you twisted your expression up as you turned your eyes upward, engaged over towards where you could see it the way that the firmly sophisticated dressed up peacock woman was pacing from the left and right side, her head twisted and turned down, her eyes falled apart over with what seemed like an increasedly more deep stoic sense of her worry, and her eyes only snapping up into it seem like a deep lost and thought extortion of her expression, as she turned her eyes and looked up Barbara towards the two of you, although you kept your head turned down, it although not nearly enough to not see the way that there was a flash it would seem like a deep, dark and suspicion up against her eyes when she saw the way that your body was firmly and heavenly leaned down over beside the frog woman, who loved it solved exertion of laughter, although really it was more so just of a nervous acknowledgment a trembling, as she readjusted her hands and kept it he used to puff against the side of your palm, as if she was trying her best to keep you grounded and with her as best as she can manage. You turn as you looked over beside her in question, your eyes twisted and looked against society of her body as you saw the way that her hands gently and stoically kept over towards a metal part of your back as it raised, but you seemed as if despite the trembling grief inside her eyes it seemed as if it would barely manage to keep itself upright that she collected herself as she turns stoically, and not inappropriately abrupted towards or the peacock woman turned has she looked over towards the both of you into a stoic question, her body stood back as she would have her shoulders and looked are between the both of you, I still can question in, as she waited for either of you to speak, that was clear that there was a challenge against her eyes that offered very little room for flexibility as our expression dared as she turned over that inquiry over towards the frog woman, who seemed as if she wasn't mentally barely keeping herself together in the way of the emotional wreckage that took her-clearly, she was under the impressions be far more important more than she knew what to do with, and your eyes twisted as you look too far forward towards her, your expression for road in questioning as you did sociated for her to speak.

"She's not well. She's not nearly well enough to go down over towards a meeting or a ceremony, not without putting everyone off with her sickness almost instantly. I have to make sure that I take her down to the doctor, make sure that you can collect herself. Do you really think that it would be a good idea to have to take her over towards a place where she's clearly never going to be treated well, we're taking care of-"

"She's not here to be taken care of. The opposite." Her eyes were sharp as much as her the red of her expression as she twisted her eyes up, and turned her eyes that she looked over with the soft narrow up over the side her body, you twisted your eyes down as you looked away from work on the your shoulders curled in as you did so as you leaned your body inside stepped over the side then the frog woman, leaving your body for only up against her as you did so, has your body trembled as you crawled up over against the side of the edge of her hand and beside the form of her body. You're interested up over to the side as you looked over against her, and you could see the way that the frog one was timberly caught at Barbara towards the challenge of what the peacock moment it's spoken, the stern is not leaving rise as she flashed her eyes briefly with a firm edge as she snapped her eyes and looked over between the both of you firmly.

"I do need to take her somewhere to get checked." The froggleman's tone did not seem as convincing this time but you still spoke with a sense of firm confidence, and you trusted your eyes as you looked back over the side or as your eyes flashed above against a form while you waited for it to speak has she cleared up her throat, and rolled a brush shoulders as she turned and looked back over towards the peacock woman again. "You know that I want to be a good idea to take her over towards the ceremony like that, and a scare off her to put off all of the already on edge citizens, just for the sake of having to analyze her for something that could be done isolated or alone anyway, don't you think?"

"What's wrong with you?" The peacock spoke with an abrupt acknowledgment over towards you, and you found yourself jumping up over towards a set of inquiry of the snap of her word, and your body crawled in further as you did so as you studied slept yourself over beside the edge of the frog woman, who spoke with the attempt of trying to be able to reassure you, her and turned over towards the side as she did so as she felt the way that your body abruptly snapped over inside tripped over against the side of the stoic nature of her arm. She turned her head down, and you rolled up your shoulders as you swallowed thickly as your eyes flashback over towards where the peacock woman was no firmly and stoically stepping away Barbara towards you, her eyes flashed up, her and tilted apartment towards the side as her expression can be a flash of against you with the deep end of our toe and she looked you over while she waited for you to speak.

"I don't know what happened to me" Your voice sounded weak, uncertain, which was the only thing that would have been able to help your case as you stepped her behind body back as you saw the way that her eyes were red and flashed up as she twisted and looked at Barbara beside you, her eyes flash briefly for a moment, and there seemed as if there was something that was tempted to mock you as she looked you over as her expression for it upon hearing the trembling of your word, you continue to step your way back, rolling up your shoulders as you did so, and did not dare speak anything more except to allow the nature of the sound trembling of your eyes to speak for you, as you saw the way that her expression only stayed narrow and challenging, that she looked at Barbara towards the side of your body while she did so as her eyes snap to before against your body as you stepped away back on instinct, although the frog woman within her emotionalized twisted rise of herbivor towards you I should give up a small protest, her eyes twisting up against you briefly and quickly she did so, while she tried her best to pull you back over beside her body of where you stood, although you only found yourself fighting up over against your hand, your body troubled as you stepped your way back and continue to keep your eyes on and learning defense, as you saw the way that the narrow look at the peacock kept her guys twisted apart against you as she waited for you to speak. She tilted her head above towards you with the new sense of challenge, and you closed your eyes briefly for a mom and, body still turning as you did so as your expression trembled.

"It won't be good if I have to go out there and face anyone. It's not going to late anything that'll be even someone tolerable. That's all that I can tell you." Your head stayed still clean away from where her eyes are flashed up as she continued to look you over, but you only kept your body curled in, twisted down as you did so before you could even bring yourself out of the world to speak in other word as you kept your head firmly twisted up over beside the frog, who kept her eyes twisted up over against you within her lavish form of her and certainty as her eyes turned up against you she gave up a sound breath, and exhaustion of her uncertainty as she did so she saw them with your head turned up over towards her direction. You closed your eyes, your body curled in, and you didn't dare even so much his turn above towards the woman until you began to feel the way that her body probably paused from where she was rushing herself a bar beside you, your eyes flashed it briefly only when you heard the way that it seemed as if her body stopped briefly for a moment from walking in front of you, and your eyes flashed up, on edge and desperate, but finally looked at Barbara towards you as you flicked your expression above from the way that your body was leaned up over beside the frog, and when your eyes turn as you look different beside the peacock, you could see the way that her eyes seemed as if they were a little bit soft and or perhaps, we're almost more taken than what they had been from the last time, has she looked at Barbara towards you with what's in the good deep breath of her exhaustion for a moment but eventually, would seem like a stoic understanding as her shoulders rolled up on them and her eyes snapped within would seem like a stoic, exhausted acceptance as she nodded with would seem like a brief exhaustion but acceptance as you turned and looked up Barbara towards you with would seem like a stoic and of her own brief exhaustion but acceptance coming as it seemed like a soft reality began to sweep over her within her disparagement understanding, although there was a deep tension that was within there, and something far from happiness that seemed as if it almost would have loomed over to a threat, when she has stayed there for too long.

"Keep on call every moment come and every minute, for anytime that I could possibly need you. Keep on call and make sure that you keep continuously reaching out to me and whatever way that you can. You and I both know that this is one of the most important things that we've having to deal with for a long time, one of the most important things that we can come over into the understanding with, and we don't have any time to go back and forth or a question about how we can do with that, make sure, that you consistently keep in touch with me. You understand?"

The peacock woman turned her eyes frantically and with her eyes focused over within a violence of over beside the frog woman, and the frog woman's eyes falled at a purgatoran's a deep extension to what seemed like a defeat but at the same time, a stoic focus it seems as if she spoke about towards her disparagement of her understanding as she briefly not it, and the peacock nodded as she twisted her eyes down for a moment within her own acceptance, and then snapped her eyes with a hard look as she blamed her eyes up over against you, and you stepped your way back as you thought the way of it arise snapped up against you within her acknowledgment and within what seemed like her deep focus as she flicked her eyes up against you, but then she twisted her body forward to the side, and it seems if there was a breaking of a slight emotion that overcame her, and then shaking her head as she did so she cleared up her throat, smile briefly with attention as she looked over and flash or expression to the two briefly and then, not in, stepped away back entirely as she did so as her body stayed so ugly as she readjusted her body underneath the time and of the swing of her dress, and the melancholy of her eyes were only briefly raised up into a small trembling of her breath that she turned and nodded and acknowledged a perforatory it's your eyes, and you softly faltered as you looked over towards her for a moment, while your eyes snapped up off against aside the form of her body, as you saw the way that she gently and briefly intensely looked up over between the both of you.

"You should know that you have no choice at this point. If you decided to have the universe blasted and take you over here then you also have to deal with the end result of the consequences of whatever it is that that could mean." Her eyes were distant as she spoke over towards your direction, and you spoke nothing except simply allowing her to be able to speak whatever kind of sense of would almost seem to borderline weaponization that she would have desired. You simply pressed your lips together as you allow the silence to come over against her for a moment, although it was clear that there was something inside her that almost seemed as if there was a certain kind of soft disbelief that was twisted up against the form of her eyes as she spoke, she then turned her head away, and her body seemed as if it was overcome with some sort of deep exhaustion, and she briefly shook her head, and then, twisting her head away she rolled up her shoulders, and then eased up as she looked over between the both of you briefly, with a quick flash of her acknowledgment that was the closest thing to whatever she could have had in terms of acceptance, and then quickly, without another word, her high heels and a shortness of her disposition began to quickly sway itself down and overthrew the hallway.

"Are you sure this is going to work out?" Your head turned has you snapped her eyes up over beside the frog woman, and even though it was clear that her body was turned down and that her eyes were used up with a certain kind of shame, she twisted her eyes up but she looked over at you with a brief raise of religious so, and without saying another word, she twisted her head down, and with her hands pressed up armor beside the edge of the form of your body she quickly allowed it a soft tone I should began to quickly ease her hands up over beside the edge of your body, twisting her head down as she did so, and began to quickly rush you down up over and through the red of the hallway. You tripped over your feet as you did so as you allowed her to carry her to spirituent in the disorientation as best as she was able to as she began to quickly move you back over towards the entrance coming and she reached out her hand as she pressed her palms up over against the door, slammed it open, and quickly turned as she continued to call out and made sure that you can continue to follow down up in over towards the city. almost instantly did you blink as you twisted your eyes upper towards the outside, and you were instantly introduced over towards the lavishness of what menopormitories a soft flood of your body, and you let it a small edible breath as your body turned down as you furrowed and kept your body twisted inward as you begin to follow yourself down and over towards the red space of the lavish to red light as you continue to follow her, nodding as you looked over at her briefly as she reached over hands and as you took it, and begin to follow her down up and quickly over through the stairs. She kept her hand script up against you as she began to keep her own head turned down, and arise twisted up over through the brow of her expression as she did so as you could step to you quickly and his frantically as much as she was able to down at Barbara towards the steps. Your eyes were flashed and on edge does you twisted and looked up her towards the edge of the space of the steps while you begin to fall her out desert hands kept firmly over against the side of your palm, your eyes filtered interested in as you did so as you began to follow her down as your hands grip firmly a perfect towards the stir nature of her own, although it was clear as you tripped over your feed as you continue to follow her down I've been over through the steps that she was struggling to maintain any kind of sense of focus, her interested firmly aparate towards a side as she did so, as she continued to keep her hands pressed firm lab over against yours stoically as it was clear that she was doing the best that you could to keep your hands grazed beside her tension as best as you were able to, you twisted your head of Barbara towards the side of where you could see the various different citizens that were beginning to walk their way briefly over towards the both of you, and your eyes snapped as you looked over to a soft, Lowe's stoic look of inquiry as you saw the way that there is snapped over towards the two of you, and it seemed as if there was a low in a deep tension over towards her inquiry, their expression faltered into a stoic question as they saw the way that your body quickly begin to move your way up over towards the street as quickly as you're able to which seemed as if it was lavished into that surreal and to that deep lavish to red as much as anywhere else, and you briefly begin to turn your head downward, gripping your hands firmly and quickly up over towards the side of the woman, as your eyes briefly flatched out as you looked derivatives or she was keeping her head down as she indicated her head over beside you and an equate it quickly with a brief edge of a word over towards her throat for you to continue to follow her and as quickly as much as she could get up over between the stoic edge of the ongoing path, which seemed as if it was much more akin to Los Angeles as much as it ever would have expected, and as your red eyes twisted up while you turn inflicted the emotional soft fragility of your eyes above towards the buildings in front of you, and your hands still gripped firm labor or beside of the frog, you could only look over towards the buildings and latching up over against the form as you looked over towards the various different flickering of the lights of stagnants that was inside of the smallest square windows, the movement in the chaos of those that were within it, though all things consider it seemed as if they are far more grounded more than you would have expected, and with the way that they kept their hands grappled up over the side various different threads of their various movements on the inside, some even things as Monday and as much as moving around towels, you felt a soft stoic not necessarily peace but at the very least recognizability overcoming you that this was truly those that were just trying to be able to survive and to make sense of it, as much as you ever would have expected yourself to be able to do so.

"It's not too far away. But you are going to have to go into my car so you're going to have to find some comfort with that. I'm sorry. I wish that there was a way that we could go about this cleaner but you have to understand, I'm trying to function here barely knowing of who you are or what to do and I wish that I did, but all I can do right now is trying to be able to make sense of this the best that I can, any of this, and I know that you are too. I'm sure that you had your own goal is showing up here but we're going out to make do with what we have for the time being, the both of us, because I don't know any other which way of trying to be able to help you."

The frog woman spoke with what something that seemed like it was almost the symptom of far larger control than what she had had before, her hen twisted above towards the side of her shoulder as she did so as she spoke as briefly as she could within what was clearly her stoic sense of urgency as she can do to keep her hands pressed up over against the side of your form of your palm, you tripped over your feet as you looked up over against her with inquiry, and pressed your lips together as you look down in front of you as you nodded enrolled up your shoulders, keeping your hands gripped over towards the side of the edge of her quick piece of her palm as you did so as you continue to follow her within the clear extension that made along with her and happiness and desperation as she did so as she continued to force you further forward and over towards the fairly busy street, of which was surrounded by citizens in both of anamorphic animals and humans than lifted up their eyes as they kept looking over towards the both of you into would seem like a fairly tense inquiry, certainly not one of what you were entirely comfortable using yourself within as you turned and looked over towards them with a brief sense of her defense as you looked over beside them. But you continued to readjust your hand as you turned your expression, uncomfortable as much as you were, and a continued to follow her over through the business of the street, although the strange lavished of the pure red that was drenched up around it made it almost impossible to truly focus on anything except for the trembling of your hand that was drenched over in your uncertainty that was grouped firmly beside her palm and the way that her lavished emotional eyes kept hurting your head over your shoulder and continue to keep her hand script up against you to continue to pull you for through the street.

She made her way over towards would seem like a fairly unimpressive, and disregarded car that seemed as it feels outside of the realm of the concern of the majority of the busyness of the street surrounding her. She continued to breathe deep as she rolled up her shoulders as she ducked her head downward and begin a slam open the car after wrestling with a trembling of the tendons of her large not be fingertips, pressed her hands above towards the key and then with the knees of her shoulders began to trap it open and upward. She turned her head over the side of her shoulders and indicated for you to follow, and you smiled as you nodded as you looked at Barbara towards her although it was with the shaky tremble of your lip, twisted your head down and then forced your way to follow over towards the inside of the passenger seat of the small car, getting yourself inward as you lay in your body over towards a small space of the lavender of the seed, twisting your head back as you did so, I'm rolling your body over towards the back of the chair as you closed your eyes and rolled your shoulders and try to find a gentle ease of your softness of acceptance for a moment, arms racing up over beside your body as you roll up your shoulders, and attempted to find a sense of peace at least briefly as you ease your body back in laid your body beside the chair just as a frog woman began to start it up.

Your eyes blinked distantly as you turned and looked over to the window in front of you, eyes distant, soft and sad while you looked up over to the tent of the window. Your eyes twisted over to the frog woman, he was bottom large lip was trembling as she kept her hands trembled up over beside the wheel in front of her. But she pressed her lips together, and her emotional eyes which seemed as if they're only becoming more distressed and non-edge flicked over towards you and she gave you a brief raise for lip and then, tilting her eyes downward with her expression still tremoring she started her hands up over the side the wheel, turn down the key, and with their eyes turning with the deep caution begin to drive away down the street, though it seemed as if every single move was tense, calculated, suffocated, as she began to navigate her way up over towards the road in front of herself, with several of the citizens stepping away over beside the road, though her eyes were still drenched over towards the deep dismission of her worry that was drenched above against her eyes that she struggled to keep her hand firmly crypt above beside the wheel while she began to walk away down in overthrew the navigation of the street.

"Won't won't they be able to see me, the lack of movement of my face, if I have a Raven's head over my head?" You try to keep your tone as calm as much as you could, you didn't after all want to do anything in terms of interrupting anything to do with her plan of moving forward, and to a degree you know that you had no better options or ideas about anything about how to proceed for that would have provided anything of better wisdom anyway, and your hands were sweating as you continue to crib neurotically above the side the torn of the dress those used to bar against her palms as you looked over beside her an inquiry. She rolled up her shoulders, her eyes lather over towards would seem like a deep conflicted grief of emotion, and he only gave you a deep but troubled raise around that before she could respond, although it was clear that our eyes were part of orbital towards a distress as if she was on edge, and physically aware of some sort of measurement that she seemed to be hypersensitive to as her eyes were winced and troubled at barf against the citizens in front of her while she navigated over through the distant hue of the red fog those trail up over down the street.

"I don't think anybody's going to talk to you for as long as they don't suspect that you're anybody that's especially important. My people, this whole citizen, this whole society in general-it is incredibly worried and focused only about those that have power to be able to change and focus on things as to the way that it matters and if what to do with it. The only thing of what you need to worry about for the time being is to make sure that you can stay with me and with staying at Sombra as much as possible. The other woman, we're going to have to stop and make sure that we can get a hold of her. I don't think that anybody is so focused or so inclined or knows you well enough that they won't be able to and not recognize about the fact that it's not you, all they know is that you're a pale woman, frail, helpless, and that you have a certain kind of air about you and frankly with what this woman has been jailed engaged with, I don't think it should be too hard for her to pass as you. And that's the important thing for us to focus on being able to do, is try to be able to make sure that she can get something out of her own punishment for once, and that obviously comment that you can stay safe, and that I can lead you somewhere that would resemble over towards something that would ease a way to freedom."

"I really touched you that much just by speaking my husband's name?" Your eyes continue to twist as you looked over beside the frog, and she only flicked her eyes above towards you as you heard the way that she gave up a soft, bumbled razor or breath that she did so as she rolled it for shoulders again, but didn't dare respond, and you flicked away Your eyes from her as your expression begin to readjust while your eyes troubled up over against the front of you, and your hands readjusted as your expression was firm as you gently played with your fingertips up over the side of the rags that was underneath your dress as you did so as your eyes flipped over against you into a soft and consideration over towards the deep effect of that of what you would give in just from even so much as casually speaking his name. there was a certain kind of effect to it that have been the last thing of what you were expecting, and your shirt was rolled as your eyes turn back, using a burrow through the tent of the window, as you saw the way that the buildings begin to pass by over in front of you, guided up over towards the red hue, as the bittersweet turn of your eyes flick it up as you watched as you saw the way that they passed by and over in front of you within the stoic of their nature as they crossed above towards the soft blaring of the emotional wet of your eyes as they passed over and in front of your expression.

"Just make sure that you don't worry too much about having a sense of control over anything. Right now isn't the time, but I can promise you that if we stay collected that it can eventually lead to something, or it should, but only if we manage to be able to stay beside modesty in terms of being able to take things as carefully as much as we're able to and, above all else, to accept our lack of control of things." the frog woman kept flicking her eyes up over towards you and she even tried to raise a barber towards that clear trembling of her limit, the melancholy that drenched up over beside the emotion of her expression as she gleamed her eyes above her against you, although it was clear that there was some sort of deep wrench of insecurity that was inside her expression, something that seemed as if it gave away to something that was trying to be able to ease away some sort of would seem like almost a surreal devastation of what she harbored. You flicked your eyes as you looked a barber beside her, although your expression was stoic into a salt reflection of meditation at this point as your eyes met up orbit towards the emotion of the layer of her expression. It seemed as if her face was only about one more word away or one more event from breaking out as you looked above the side or come up but she gave you a quick quivering of a fat and raise for lip, rolled up her shoulders again, memory adjusted her hands for other beside the wheel as she began to accelerate the car further and down over towards the street at the city buildings which now seemed as if they were a little bit more common now, in a little bit calmer than whatever it was of whatever kind of strange sense of slight tension in a busyness that happened happening from the side of the city of what you had initially been put into what was evidently that tense building of where you had been jailed inside for a little while.

"And you're sure about this?" Your eyes turned as you looked up over beside the frog woman. She simply gave you what almost seem like a drum ring of what seemed like an increasingly more nervous breath, a soft trinkle of the way that she spoke and it would seem like a distant laughter, and her eyes flashed up over beside you as she did so she raised her shoulders and then quickly flaked her hands up over beside the radio, her eyes flooded up over towards pain as she used her body back, and then your eyes looked over against her at the frog will and begin to use a perva towards the radio further, rolling up her shoulders as she did so without saying another word, and you, after looking forward towards her profile for a moment to a deep inquiry, closed your eyes, rolled your shoulders as you use back beside the chair, your eyes lost into a soft consideration as you did so as you begin to hear the way that the radio trailing up, and the frog woman's eyes seeing as if she was too weary and distant, more worry than she would let on to do anything other than to let the trail of it begin to speak for her, or at least so it seemed.

We caught her recently, the same one that we have been reporting on that has had signs of flashing down of Barbara towards the air and up against the street, with that blue discoveration of that of which has surround turn her body when she plummeted down above towards near our culture to begin with in the first place. We're doing the best that we can to make sure that we focus on being able to study and to welcome over towards whatever it is that we need in terms of studying her, and we plan on making sure that we come to a firm decision about what that's going to look like and how without be successful very carefully tonight, of which we will do or dues with as much gentleness focus and of incredibly specific concentration is best as we're able to, from there, we'll figure out what we need to do. This is one of the most significant and one of the most high frequency of vibrations of anybody that we've ever had coming over towards our culture before in the past, and from that alone we expect to do as much as we can in terms of being able to process focus, and to make sure that we get the most out of the sense of control that we need from her, she seems to be a very dismembered and disoriented person, it doesn't seem like she would entirely mind, or perhaps shouldn't, the idea of having a little bit of structure inside of her history of wherever it is that she came from, of which from the few reports that we've had she struggles seen to give an answer towards what that is.

Your lips press together as your eyes trailed over towards the distant thought as you heard the way that the radio voice spoke over towards the other side of the speaker, your lips press together as you did so as a somber consideration he used to barbiturates your features upon hearing the report. Your eyes turned down as your hands flicked apart against the extension of the dress that was a big against the front of you, torn and shattered, but with the new sense of the feather cloak up against you as it shine and grazed before against your fingertips, as your expression forward while you look down over towards the feathers and the slickness in front of you, there is nothing except for what seemed like a new sense of re-emergence that would come along with the disguise in the plan in front of you, and so they did your expression for as you roll up your shoulders come up finding even though you also failed a deep hesitance to find in the contentment within it, a gradual and deep sense of acceptance over towards what would be ahead of you, and of what that would come to look like, and you began to realize that within your emptiness in your disorientation you had no choice but to try to be able to go forward with an acceptance of it, as much as you could stand. The frog woman kept turning her head up over the side of her shoulder as she looks you over with would seem like a gradual deep emerging sense of sympathy, although it seemed as if she was too lost to rewards her own worry to do much more other than to look over at you with that emotional gleam of her eyes up towards your direction, and then cleared her throat, and rolled up her shoulders, and your eyes flashed above her out her with your small, consider it ease of your worry as you did so, as you trace to bravo towards the side the Trump link features of her secrecy of her worry and of her soft edge of her sympathy as she continued to drive down the street.

Despite the despair that was taking you, you felt yourself dozing off, until you begin to hear the way that the car began to probably stop as it cut off its engine. Your eyes flicked as you turned as he looked over towards where the frog won't begin to ease her hands up over beside the engine, easing her body upward as she rolled up her shoulders, and you flicked your expression of perva towards the hue of the red those up against the window as you turn, your eyes taunted up, and used your expression as you looked above towards the side of the building that was up against the front of you that looked as if it was a fairly barren theater, drenched over to still towards that he will read, and your hands reached out as you trembled with over beside it as you heard the way that the frog almost mumbling but beneath herself, readjusted her body as she indicated up against the door and then turned her body down as she stumbled and adjusted her way out. Your eyes flashed up as you twisted and saw the way that she began to stumble her way over towards the other side of the door, turned as she gave a deep raise or that she not ever towards you as she stepped way back and trembled her hand up over against your own door as she opened it up to guide you out, and she reached up her hand over towards your own and you paused, your body half contorted outward awkwardly, and then your eyes flicked up as you looked out red or, gave up a small trembling raise or smile, and then eased your hands up over beside her own as your palms used up against her as you duck your head out and then gently stumbled as you followed her outward, and herself giving up her soft, and gentle ease of her breath so she did so as her body pressed on over towards the stout on edged form of herself, curling her body in word, and turning as she groped her eyes a perpet towards the extensive nature of the buildings in front of her, all of which seems like they were smaller shreds to what seemed like the bigger theater that was waiting for the both of you to enter.

Your arms crossed as you twisted your eyes up and looked at barber towards the building and the way that a guy took over against you, and you turn into a soft inquiry as you looked a bummer beside the trembling form would seem like the still conflicted from woman. But she smiled as she reached her eyes above towards you and she indicated for you to come and she spoke a soft word and you nodded, blowing up your shoulders as you begin to follow her over towards the fairly large entrance in front of the building.

You kept your body as turned in as much as possible, and gave a gentle knot as you looked up over towards the frogman as she looked over towards you with a small trembling guidance of her lip, and indicated for you to make your way inside. Your body was curled in but you stepped your way inward as he was not and it looked up a side or, and twisted your eyes upward as you begin to walk away over and inside of the theater. The problem was mumbling underneath her life, stepping over from one side and over towards the next up against her feet does she took it upon herself to begin to shut the door, and as you heard the way that the large theater doors which were almost akin to a bar and were closed with a firm shut up against behind you, you flies flickered as you looked over towards the large, following extension of the entrance take you forever towards your expression. Your eyes gently followed as you twisted your eyes up and looked her before it extended a bar against your eyes, easing up with the flush a bar against your expression as you did so in terms of the red hue the dressed up against you and of what seemed like the various different stoic frozen heads of various different animals that look as if they could have used to have an anamorphic but, considering that they were only heads and had a lifelessness inside of their eyes, truthfully it was hard to be able to tell, and as you looked over towards the various different calf heads, a zebras giraffes and of otherwise that was using up over towards your expression as you wandered and looked derivator towards them, your body readjusted, fingertips pressing firmly over against the back of your fingertips, as your eyes flicked as you looked over towards a stoic way that they chose to forward towards a soft inquiry of your expression as your eyes roamed forever against the expressions and the various hens, and the lifelessness that took up over against their bodies as you looked over and getting your eyes over between them.

The front woman was mumbling underneath her breath as her hands pressed a verb beside her thighs, and she readjusted her rags she did so as it seemed like she was a little bit caught on it as your eyes flaked as you turned, and you looked over towards where she tried to offer you a wary but trembling razor reassurance as she crossed her arms and began to stumble her way beside you. Horizons, emotional as much as we were lamed up as she looked over between the various different heads that were using up against her and, after a moment of letting out a sound tremble of her own insistence that was clearly meant to try to be able to use up the tension that possibly could make existed between the two of you she turned, swallowing thickly as she blamed her eyes over besides you, and quickly indicated it with the trembling of her lip for you to come up over beside her as she stumbled her way up and quickly guided away up over towards the various different heads that were looming of her between the both of you. Your lips press together as you looked over to the softest or nature but you flicked her eyes down as you begin to roll up your shoulders as you followed her, and she was stumbling a bar against her feet as she did so, her words coming over towards a soft swallow, as she twisted a rise over with a small shaky edge of the rays for a lip, and going to rise of barbitoids where she couldn't look over towards the various moving heads the animals taking forward towards a soft firm threat of her direction and she loaded the saw trembling breath looked over between where the roads up against the front of her body that she looked over between them, saving as if she was both analyzing and at the same time, overtaken by them at the same time, if there was any way that they possibly would ever presented anything of some sort of control or superiority.

"are these animals that you saw die yourself? That you used to know when they were alive?"

"Oh, God!" The frog woman let out a small breath of her own laughter as she twisted her as she looked over towards you, and her eyes were even more red into now with a certain kind of what seem like almost borderline manic amusement over towards your word, you stopped as she looked up over towards you as her lips were raised up into a soft trembling flame of her own astronomy, her and twisting as she looked over towards you with what almost seemed like a shocked amusement towards her question, she let it another laughter, turning her head down right as she did so she can too to shake her head, and your eyes flashed as he looked over against her momentarily as your lips pressed together but you nodded as you turned your head down, allowing her to continue to spit it over towards her own amusement as she did so as she suede or trembling hands of over between the various heads surrounding her.

"some of them I know the stories of, some of them I don't know anything about it all truthfully, there are some of them that I used to know but I can't think about that too much, I know that with the way that things are and with the placement that we've been put within the cosmos and of what that looks like, it's quite literally impossible to do anything other than to just simply take things as to the way that they come and to do the best that I can from there, that is after all that there is. I know that there's nothing that I can do about what happened to these, and the rave and I did know, but I also didn't know him very well, just enough so that when I found out what had happened to him I knew that it wasn't my business and that perhaps it would have been for the best anyway, the same way that I can feel even though I was told and trained a specifically not think so that may become a protecting you with something that I feel like is best, even if I have quite like living train to think anything else otherwise."

United over towards her words in the trembling of her tone, that your expression gently furrowed as you turned your eyes down as your lips pressed up together while you rolled up your shoulders towards the wake of always clearly the soft trembling mania of her uncertainty. She began to sweep her hands above towards of various different heads of the animals, sweeping your hand from one and then over to the next, easing your hands above towards the heads that seemed as if they were just as lively and just as real as much would have been expected from something that had recently been alive, although as your eyes flashed over into a soft and cries you saw the way that they were gently slayed and eased down and twist up over beside her hand as he looked up over between them coming You stepped your way back with a soft flash and with a brief disgust as you saw the way that it was clear that his eyes were as stoic and it's dead as much as would have been possible. Your eyes twisted as you saw the way that the frog woman began to sweep over through the stoic hands as if they were closed lines, your eyes faltered in trembling as you looked over towards the way that first one was lean down and pressed and dismissed over beside her hand, and then the next come in the next, your body stepping back right as you did so as you saw the way that they were pushed like a clothesline over towards the front to the furrowing of your eyes, as you stepped away back and saw the way that the heads were coming back, as if they were stoically a place specifically on the line of heads that was drenched over against the front of them. You close your eyes as you gave a small roll of your shoulders and the bitter sweetness of your expression stayed tilted a perfect towards the woman, who continue to talk over towards the mumbling of her breath, the soft exhaustion and the tone and the concern of her word, and kept turning her head over her shoulder to make sure that you were following, of what you were, but your head tilted a probate towards the side into a deep tension of uncertainty, and your eyes twisted and tremored up slightly within your fear as you saw the way that you continue to mumble underneath herself, dancing and twisting your hands from one side and over towards the next as she did so, and twisting her eyes if as she looked over towards every single one, until finally, she grazed her hands and stopped over towards the Ravens head in front of her, and she let it a small breath of a pipe of her own excitement, a commentary as her hands reached up and began to graze above the side or palms, and she twisted her body back as she looked at her if I did it with the soft gleam of her own release come and twisting up over against the trembling of her hand as she did so she saw the way that it turned it Barbara towards the soft tremble and the welcome of her eyes, she let it a brief breath that she tilted her head with their softened relief and indicated for you to come over beside her as you looked over towards the raven's head which misplace specifically into it seemed like a pull with it sitting down underneath its head, at first, your body was turned in as he looked up over against her, and you gave her a small raise of your lip as you tried to reassure her even though you felt completely caught up in a nerd from the way that she was displaying her hands over towards the stoic nature of the hens but, slowly did you step away a proverb towards were her trembling hands began to reach out as she grazed it up and over beside the Ravens head, and you stepped your way back as you saw the way that you can tail it out the soft mumbling of the relief of her lip, her hands traced up over towards the Raven's head who is stoic eyes seemed as if it was as a lifeless and as predictable and a stoic as much as it would have come, and your head twisted back up, eyes glaming as you looked it over with the sod for all of your question, and twisted when you saw the way that the woman can take a lot of that saw the breath of her own amusement, hands trembling up against it and her eyes flashed up orbit towards you, I should begin to ease her hand up over beside the edge of the head, and indicated over towards it with clearly and that date form of our own insistence of what seem like her desperation to feel as if the both of you were in control, has her eyes trembled as she twisted it over, letting out a soft excited breath that she indicated her head up over towards you, and you paused as you flash drives up against her but then gave a small, no tense raise of your limit, and then reached to her hands up over beside the Raven side and then probably begin to snatch your hands back as you let it a small yelp, turning your head over towards the side as you blamed her eyes over towards the glimmer of the feathers in front of you, and saw the way that it felt just as real and that you could have sworn, even pulsating with something that would have gone along with something that would have been living. The frog woman could clearly see the way of your hand snatch back over towards your shot, and she loaded a soften bread that she twisted her eyes down for a moment, and her eyes snapped as you looked over to her into his soft defiance a question as your eyes flashed up against you, and she smiled, and nodded as she looked over towards you into a reassurance, although her eyes were drenched over towards a complication of bittersweetness as much as what when expected and what the tension of her life as she twisted and looked you over and saw the deep painful hesitancy against your eyes.

"Don't worry. You know how it is, you must know how it is if you came from where you did or if you have even the slightest reconciliation or they wonderment of the universe and if it's appearance with you and it does seem like you do, you must know that this person, they were punished for a reason, they're being punished for a reason even now, there's quite literally nothing that this person has gone through, or that they ever will go through or that has been robbed from them that wasn't justified to some degree, they may have had an entire life and I didn't know the crow very well but I didn't know him well enough to know that he had a life inside of him, and I also know the universe well enough to know that it's punishing people for a specific reason, and that that reason at the end of the day is always justified. And that it's beyond our understanding, and that the only way that we can have peace is trying to be able to come over towards the concept that we don't understand it, that it's not our job to, and that we have to simply let things roll out within their suffering and bewilderment as it is, no matter how confusing or horrifying it may be."

Your fingertips simply begin to slowly come back over beside your palms, and your expression furrowed as you're not into yourself lightly as you did so while your body curled in. Your eyes snapped up as you turned as you looked over towards where the crow begin to graze their hands up over the side the edge of the head, and she twisted her expression with the soft and delight that almost seemed as if it was guided up into a borderline desperation issue twisted her eyes back over towards you, and with her hands trimmed up or beside the feather she indicated for her to be able to place the profond to your head, you smiled as you looked at Barbara towards your as you nodded as you allowed your eyes to follow up over towards where she began to tremble her hands of birth towards your direction, trembling lightly but, with that soft edge of the flickering nature of her gratitude as she looked over towards you and saw the way that you're offering her essence of permission, did she begin to use it up orbit or the top of your head, and your shoulders rolled as your body's going your body bling back, and began to feel the way that she placed it up over beside your head, your body twisted as you closed your eyes and leaned your body back, and felt the way that slowly it began to cuz I come up over against the head in front of you, and you begin to feel the way that the heat of the head begin to surround up over against your senses as you felt the way to your body tends to step first, and then lean back as he felt the way that the heat of it come out the feather is, all began to gently be a place to park against a top of your senses. You rolled up your shoulders as you felt the way that the large heavy of the feather cloak was also weighing up against the side of your body, but you allowed yourself to take a moment as you tried your best to succumb not to the panic that was over taking you as you felt the way that the heat of it and the heaviness and the density of the feathers were weight of our against her shoulders and beside your body, until you turned your head over to the side, then could see it the way that almost as if it were a mask, and causing you to almost let out a small breath for amusement that there was two holes of what you could see out over through the crow and of its eyes. You could see the way that there is a small flash a relief that came over from the woman through the small pokes of the eyes from the way that you spoke up over towards that slightly ease of your own amusement and of curiosity, as you turned your head up over the side or, and rolled up your shoulders as you try to get used to the feeling of the feather while you're readjusted, and then using yourself firm leave over towards the deep husk of the musky dark inside of you, saw the way that it seemed as if the devastation in the shakiness that's so clearly came along with that MTN certainty inside of the frog woman's eyes slowly begin to flood itself over towards into her deep contentment or her lips raised up, and as she turned while her hands pressed up over against her palms as she nodded and glean derives up over against you, and looked over you with that soft intentment of amusement as she did so, the first thing that would seem like her relief of pleasure of what you could have imagined as you allowed yourself to accept the confinement of the feathers and the heaviness of the weight of it around your body.

"Wonderful." her voice almost sound as if it was weighted down with something that felt as if it was much more complicated than anything of what would have been so easily straightforward and understood but, it was a clear that there was a contemporment towards her tone as she looked over beside your body, she's slowly begin to walk herself over towards you, and her eyes kept twisted up against you into a soft measurement of caution, and then, as she looked over towards you as if waiting up over towards your permission, and you not knowing what else to say simply spoke over towards Assad ease of your permission of a blurred word that you smile, and with her lips trembling, Easter hands above her and beside the nature of the crows head in front of you, her interesting as she turned a s*** her besided that she gently readjusted the mask up against your body as she did so, as you felt the way that the feathers generally grazed over beside the form of your body while you felt the way that the feather is gleaned up against your body and your sense is. You saw the way that you let it a small breath of her own relief at the same time caution, until she stepped away back as her hands kept yeast up over against the side of her as she troubled them together as she looked too over as if you were her personal masterpiece, and also the last chance of any kind of relief that she would have had, if there is anything to go by from the deep trumbling of her eyes, that trouble meant that took her as she twisted her eyes and looked at Barbara beside at the mask twisting a bar against her expression as she looked it over, and then finally did a softened releaf overcome her as she nod and looked over you with the deep, but content treble of her life as she blamed her eyes up against the intensity of it the worry of your expression.

"You look and pass for something that I would fall for instantly. I'm not worried about you at all."

You turned your head down as you gave a banana, rolling up your shoulders as you did so as you tried your best to find the sense of your contentment over towards her word, and you trusted your eyes up with a furrow as you did so as you rolled up your shoulders as you saw the way that she continued to look over at you with that deep light up against her eyes, although it was clear that to a degree as her eyes flicked over against you within the emotion of her expression, that she was still struggling with some sort of deep form of what seemed like a covering despair that she was struggling to be able to come into terms with.

"We don't have a lot of time." she turned her eyes down as a free adjusting, and with her head tilting down up against the front of herself she turned as she indicated quickly for you to begin to make your way over beside the door, you turned as you looked over beside her into your soft question as you saw the way that she began to make a way of forever towards the front entrance of where she had recently slammed the door, and turned as she indicated while she slowly begin to open it up and then and turn to rise above beside you as you threaded her hands up against it while she indicated for you to make your way back over towards that red light coming up hour from the outdoors. You paused, and you readjusted your hands as you troubled it over beside the crow's head, even though your hands were just as stringed over towards would seem like the strange feather in towns that came along with the crow as well. But you turned as you looked over towards the trembling of the frog, who gave you that small raise road lip of her own reassurance, but it also seemed like detriment of her own insistence-and nodding as you looked up beside her, were you adjusting your hands one last time over beside the feathers, you begin to ease your body over beside where she took her hands yeast out for you to make your way over towards the front of the door, looking over towards her with the sake of your own gratitude, as you begin to make your way out and back over to the car.

"The ceremony is going to start in about 2 hours. Anybody that's just going to be someone to show up can show up whenever they would like but, we also have to worry about getting that woman, and we have to make sure that she shows up as believably as much as she was the one that is supposed to be who she is and that I would have showed up and brought her there the way that everybody is expecting." She began to start at the engine come on flicking rise above towards USF within a sound question to make sure that you would have agreed, and you only turned as you looked at beside her and then slow they gave her a gentle raise of your lip of your understanding as he looked over towards the trembling of her lip and the guy instead of her focus for you to agree. But you only turned your head over to the side of the car door as you begin to slam it, and your hands pressed up over beside your elbows as you did so as you curled your body in as you allowed yourself to try to get used to the feeling of the crow's feathers that were gracing up over beside your skin. You looked out over towards the small holes that made up the crow's eyes as you twisted your expression with a small, falter and look and began to hear the way that the woman began to start at the engine, her eyes flickering up over towards you every now and then if she did so but, it seemed as if for the most part at least as much as her neurotic warri would have allowed her to that she was content.

"Where does this-woman live exactly?"

You turn as he looked up against her come in and she simply gave a smell ease of her own amusement as she did so as she indicate her eyes over beside you with a soft reassurance,

"She's nobody that anybody will miss, if I can be quite Frank, and it no one that nobody ever knew to begin with in the first place anyway that would even so much as be significantly concerned if they were to ever see that she was gone. And frankly, even though she knows this and I'm sure that in her own way that she's full of her own personal grief and tragedy the way that anybody would knowing of their insignificance come up I'm sure that she's probably aware about how easily disposable she is, but I would say that it's almost inevitable at this point that she would know that how lucky she is to have any chance of being able to be released over towards the almost borderline engagement of her fate, and whatever way that she could home to be able to get out of. I think that we're doing her an extensively massive favor, and I'm sure that she would agree, considering where she's been placed."

she spoke so casually about her that your eyes only twisted a Barbie towards the frog woman into your own inquiry, I generally flickering up against him with your expression furrowed as you try to make sense as to what she spoke, but the frog only flicked her eyes of barbitoids you into a saw trembling of the race for reassurance, as she tried her best to use her eyes of herbivor towards you as best as she was able to, while she continued to focus over towards the rhythm of making your way down and overthrew the road. Your expression for it as you twisted your eyes away from her, readjusting your bodies you did so as your eyes flick down up over against her palms as you graze your hands up or against your skin, and you simply allow the rim of the car to gently rock the both of you as you did so, though you twisted your eyes with a saw question up over towards her every now and then, and she simply flicked her eyes as she looked over you with the soft reassurance going to her hands grazed and tapped up over the side of the wheel as she did so, though it was clear that there was a layer of what seemed like a sense of a deep uncertainty in her eyes that overcame her perhaps more than she knew what to do with if you could see anything about that pain that was flickering up over against her expression.

"She's someone that was initially connected with something bigger that I think happened on, I suppose it was the planet of the Earth that were you came from to begin with that clearly you transcended from, for better or for worse."

"What do you mean?"

The frog woman's eyes troubled over slightly for a mom and come out and she gave you a small raise of lip that she did so she looked over towards you, and it seemed as if for the most part she was hoping that you would focus only on the rhythm of the car, although there was a deep pain and would seem like an apology in her eyes the more you questioned, as your eyes flicker down into a deep urge when amusement while you looked over beside the frog woman and waited for her to speak. She raised up her shoulders come in soft shrug as she did so, as she gave up a small breath that she clearly was hoping to ease at Barbara towards an amusement come up though her eyes were faulted over towards a grief that took her as she attempted to be able to execute it as she did so.

"We don't know much about it. Of course we don't really know much of anything about anything when it comes down to it-what we do know is only the fact that there was something mass of that happened that caused everything to reset, that made the culture the way that it is but it's beyond of our own personal sense of maturity or a fourth or of understanding or of any way of what we can hope to make sense of it. The only thing of what we do know for sure is that something happened something that was of a cause and effect of other aches and desires that happen by what I suppose was the earth of the way that you were a part of it before initially, and that may be perhaps, there was a significant as much as I was told to believe as much as you are, that's the only thing of what I really know about it for sure, what we do know is that this woman come at the same way as you were, had an incredibly high frequency when she first showed up over towards our culture to begin with, when she first showed up she had a certain kind of spasm of the light about her that seemed as if it came over from the very universe of that of which we are both curious about him wondering for at the same time, except it wasn't as nearly as high as much as you were, mind you."

You nodded, although distantly and with a little bit of admitted bolderment, as your expression raised up as you looked over towards your palms again, rolling up your shoulders as you did so as your hands came flicked up or freak against your eyes as you looked or against the front of you into a distant thought, as your hands only played a perfect against your palms into a slide flash of your troublement, flickering your fingertips up over against your palms as you did so as you looked over at yourself and to a soft question while your hands glimmered up over against your palms as you looked up in front of you. Your eyebrows furrowed over towards a description of what the frog woman, who, trembling as she spoke it seemed as if she was struggling to even really speak the words into a way that genuinely would have made a sense, and almost with a certain kind of choked of uncomfortability as she spoke it, almost as if she was struggling to be able to explain it to you and do a way that would have made sense, or as if there was something painful or disorienting about it that she was struggling to communicate. Her eyes kept tilting up over towards you now and then as her eyes looked over against you and you could hear the way that she's raising up her breath for a moment to try to explain to you further but then paused, and her lips seemed as if they are caught up arbitrage the questionability into her eyes as she kept looking over towards you as if she were to measure your reaction. Your eyes are flashed a bar against the front of you into a sant ease of your questionability as he looked in front of you as your hands pressed over against your palms, hands using a poverkins to your expression as you did so as your eyes flashed with a thought-furrowing as he looked up in front of you with consideration. Your eyes flicked up as you looked over towards the curve where the frog woman was clearly began to drive the both of you now-it seemed as if she was driving you over towards what made up the vast majority of the society that she lived in, which was something that seemed as if he was mostly structured onto a large cone that kept spiraling layer after layer after layer into it seemed like a constant never-ending spiral that continued up over against its height. Your lips pressed together as your eyes twisted as you turned your body back, your lips trump ring as you did so as you looked over towards the way that the car was generally jalding up over within it seemed like the spiral of the twist of that of what it was twisting and increasing towards-as you saw the way that the heights begin to increase he turned, your fingertips using up over the side the crow's feathers that was pressed over between the hidden of your pale fingertips, and looked with the distance of the uncertainty of your eyes as you looked over towards a city that was used to perfectence of one of your expression as you saw the way that it passed up against her expression, and could see it would seem like now the clear countless building upon buildings upon buildings taking over against one other within their layers that was crossed over significantly into it seem like something that went on for a far larger vastness more than you initially would have thought. You came outside of your new walderman a little bit as you flicked her eyes away it but shook your head again, and turned your eyes up over towards the for uncleman who was simply took to looking over towards the front of her into his soft but a sweetness again as you roll up your shoulders and with a soft end of your own thought and question, cleared your throat as you spoke to her-

"What do you mean by that, that she was involved in the personhood that did everything that it did before that caused the effect? It was only me and my husband, the one that I mentioned that would have given you such an effective again with-"

"Apparently not. Or the very least, there must have been more involved than we would have thought. Either way, there was a very clear and deep and detrimental effect that happened when she landed the first time. She's been here for what I'm assuming most at least to be a month and come of course she's not doing well, but whatever it was that she was involved and that had that significant entanglement an extension of it, I'm sure that you can imagine that it is affected her more deeply than we would be able to even come to understand or to come to any terms with, the only thing that we really know what to do with her significantly is the knowledge that she is some sort of deep effect, and something that we feel it's our responsibility to be aware of. And we have been during our best to try to be able to study her but it's like there's something about it that was almost too rich, or too complicated, that's one of the other reasons why I was able to understand what you meant when you told me who you were and when you spoke to me at all the first place to begin with, why I was able to recognize over towards exactly what you spoke almost instantly. But I will say, that I never quite felt it to the way that I did until you spoke to me the way that you did, that it never hit me in such a way until you explained it, whether you meant to or not, such a specific grief, and such a specific way that was beyond anything of what I could ever imagine, but I certainly do at the very least understand the delicacy of the diversity of the concentration of what me, you, of what anybody who wants to be involved or to make a difference has to be aware of now, if we want to hope to make any kind of significant difference, if we want to help have any clarity at all. And I guess that this is just one of them many ways of having to be able to make sure that that actually gets done. By protecting you. That's what it feels like to me. And I know that's so far the only thing that has been able to make much of a difference with anything is doing what feels like it should be, and whatever way that that comes to us. Even if I may be wrong."

Your expression only stayed into a stoic somber question is you continue to look her over, but briefly did you begin to nod as you looked her over as you slowly gave her a nod as you looked over against her as your eyes flicker down in front of you, hands gently pressing up over towards the deep trembling of the layer of your hands as you did so as your eyes gently flicker down into your acceptance. The car continue to rock over towards the various different bumps that was underneath the pavement, and the red lavish light stay just as deep and as consistent as much as it was anywhere. As you look to have towards the spiral of what seem like the cone-like of the structure, one of the many that seemed like made of the various different pinch of Los Angeles that come even though it was Los Angeles very clearly had something about it with the various different cones and the structures around it that seemed as it gave away to something that was far more considerably eccentric, and as you looked up over towards with your eyes glaming over from one building and of the pinch of the various different melancholy of the building said instantly smoked over towards a deep ache of a longing inside of you that felt eternal within its richness even though you didn't understand it, and as your IZ used to perva towards a flash at the various different buildings as they turn and twist above against the soft questionability of this saw tenderness of your eyes, you flicked your hands further begins a side of your palms, feeling the way that you were both aggravated and at the same time felt an odd kind of knowing in the back of your head at the mention of the effect of this woman, though as you searched frantically inside of your head within the disorientation of your mind about who or what she could be, you found that you struggled to come up with the possibility of any answer at all as to what it would have been.

The frog woman began to stop when she became upon what seemed like several of the other would seem like fairly low, and tumble buildings that were settled up over towards the side of the various different placements that was up beside of the road that seemed as if it was dressed up similar to the way that Beverly hills would have been, if there was anything to go by the way that there was the height and the constituist of the road and of the various different buildings that looked as if it was something that was humble enough that it would have had several people that were living within that would have harbored it. Your eyes flashed, and you turned your eyes over as you saw the way that the frog briefly paused does she looked, would almost seemed like rather heavily with a soft worry while she turned her eyes briefly above towards the front of the what seem like fairly mundane placement of the house in front of her, but she gave up a small breath of amusement as her body turned down and she's liked her eyes over towards you, and with her hands grazing up over beside the edge of the door she indicated for you to follow as she used her palms up against it as she began to flow it out. You looked over at her as you gave her a quick somber breath as your hands began to reach it beside the handle as you tried to get used to functioning with your fingertips poking out over from the feathers, and with a soft jilt of your hand began to use your palms up against it as you swung it open and begin to stumble your way out. You slammed the door, your arms crossed as you turned your eyes limped over towards the front of the door in front of you, and keeping your head down as you smiled and nodded over towards the soft worry of the desperation of the frog woman who spoke to you softly and reached up a hand indicate for you to begin to follow towards her direction, you would use your body down as you majority over towards the front of the entrance of the house it seemed as if it was somewhere in between a modest house, and somewhere in between something that looked, as you begin to look over at it with a deeper in quarry, something with several different metal bars that were jared up over against the windows, giving away that it was in fact, in jail, no matter how homely it might have seen on the surface.

"I haven't seen her in a long time. She's been under the guide of somebody that has much more trained to try to be able to deal with people that are significant as much as her-eventually, once we got you through the more mainstream process we were eventually going to keep you here as well. Or, somewhere similar to here. Honestly with the way that the system is structured and with the limit of our resources I wouldn't have been surprised of the both of you had ended up in the same place eventually."

You only kept your eyes focused over towards that strange area look that was the bar is that were twisted over towards windows it seemed as if it would have belonged to a fairly humble and a homely house. But you looked over towards the front of the frog woman as she began to wearily turned her eyes above towards the front of the entrance which also seemed as if it had the decor of what would have seemed like a fairly homely, gentle house, her eyes faulted as she looked over towards it, but then briefly did she indicate as she smiled with a trembling look for you to come as she began to ease her body forward towards the door in front of her.

she pressed her fingertips over towards what was a pocket that was up against the several different stout of the rags that dressed up around her body, where it seemed as if the plush body of her form was more so hit hiding in more than anything else. Her fingertips pressed up over beside her phone as she began to quickly press the trembling of the large knobbiness or a fingertip over towards an immediate contact and then pressed her hands over beside her cheek, her worried eyes twisting up as she did so while she used her cheek up against it as you could hear the quick and the long drawl of the ringing on the other side as she pressed her lips together and seen as if she's trying to keep herself calm while she waited for an answer on the other side of it.

"We're outside of here.* The Franklin interested her head of perverture the side of where you were waiting hesitantly behind her, and you not in currently as you looked over against her as you saw the way that her body readjusted while she kept her body firmly leaned to beside the phone. She talked lowly, turning her head down and it was clear that to an extent that she was on some sort of deep tension mode, her body crawled down over against the phone as she did so as soon as she readjusted it, and turned her eyes as she flaked it up over towards the door in front of her. Your eyes flicked up as you heard the way that there was a sound of feat that was on the other end, a distant call that came over from the way that the person was responding about towards the other side of the door as he called out. The frog woman settled for using her hands over beside the phone as she hung it up, and saw him for the Easter body down right, her eyes flickered forward as she did so as she twisted her body and word as she heard the way that the feet stomped well there was a voice calling out as it began to rush its way about towards the front of the door.

"Wasn't expecting you to show up. Anytime soon, under any circumstances-" there was a brief, trembling voice that spoke up from the other side of the door, and the frog woman simply raised the quivering of her lip and turned her head down as she rated for the door to do what seemed like several different significant unlockings on the other side. She turned her eyes as she gave you a small flickering of her life of reassurance and indicated for you to go stand up beside her, her body firmly crawled in, and then twisted her eyes upward as she turned and saw the way that slowed the door began to untangle until, with an abrupt lock the beginning of swing itself over from the door did it fall down at over towards the ground, and the frog woman's eyes lifted up, her expression surprise, and then crawled up within herself as she turned and saw the way that the door began to open. There was several different what looked like security change as well as several different locks that were beeping red that was on the other side, and a measly, would seem like fairly scrawled and timid man with crazed eyes that stuck his head out within his curiosity as he ducked his head out from the door, peeking over from the side of the chains as he flicked his expression and looked over between the both of you and inquiry. He looked fairly scrawled, simple, but and you smiled as you tried your best to reassure and to try to be able to amend him as his eyes curiosity flicked up over between the two of you. He gave up a brief laughter as his breath let out a soft trembling of in edge of his own welcome as you turn his head down and kicked his feet up over towards the bottom of the lock as you stepped back and looked over towards him, and saw the way that he began undo the hinges of the door entirely and swung it open as he indicated with a sharp ease of the flicker of his expression for the both of you to come inward and inside of what seemed like a fairly homely, but nonetheless incredibly put down security space up against the area as he indicated for the both of you to step your way inside and overthrew the hallway.

Your eyes, which were red and their emotion, and on edge within their exhaustion and caution, flicked up over beside the woman, and she indicated as she turned the trembling of her expression over towards you and indicated for it to continue to follow. she reached out a hand over towards the frail medal of your back, her eyes flickering up over towards a scrawny man who was dressed over in two way that seemed vaguely eccentric and antique, but just modern enough that you could tell that it was meant to reflect over towards the way of Los Angeles as his crazed I slept or between the both of you. His arms pressed to bar beside his chest as he indicated and meandered for the both of you to come inside as he indicated for the both for you to come inward and you turned and nod as you turn your head downward and allowed them hands of the woman to generally guide you over and inside. He is doubt his body is he ducked and swept over between the both of your bodies Grace to hands up over beside the door and then closed it, sleeping his hands up or is a trembling of his clothes, inflect his eyes over within the slight craze look as he turned and looked over between the both of you with the Sam's trumbled above against the close of his body, as he gave the frog one would seem like a quick, Brandon question pandering look, as he turned over with a quick edge of against his eyes while he looked her over with the brief of deep frantic question.

"You know who she is." The Franco men spoke with a certain kind of exhaustion as she indicated her eyes up over towards the sign of your body, and you gave up a small trouble of a raise of your lip as you looked over towards a man as you gave him a quick nod or at the very least attempted to, that you could feel the way that you're insecurity and you're unknowing with stringed up against your form as you looked over and beside him. The man's crazed ties flinched as he looked over towards the frog woman then over towards you, and then it's expression furrowed as he twisted his eyes and looked over towards you into an inquiry, and you pressed your lips together as you curled your body and as your eyes slick her down, stepping backward from as you did so as you saw the way the desire it's cleaned as he twisted his expression in the two over into an inquiry.

"She's not the one that showed up, the one with the blue light and the eroticism all around her, was she?"

The front woman gave up a somber raise at her left, her eyes used to forward towards and knowing of the glean for smile as she did so. She turned it she looked her beside you as she kept her hand reached out as if she was attempting to be able to guide you over so that you could comfort you, but you smiled as you nodded as you shook your eyes lightly as you looked up against her while you did so as you stick your way back from her hand. She looked over at you with both the concern, but then with it seem like a soft disquiet of somber understanding, rolling up her shoulders as she nodded and twisted her eyes back over towards the man as she gave him a quick, blunt nod and a raise for trembling lip. You turned your eyes down over towards the fairly dark, would almost seem like old and teak house at the hallway that was surrounded up or against your vision, your eyes glimmering as you twisted your expression and look down over towards the hallway as you did so, your eyes dim and faulted while you looked over towards the way that it was hiring over against your expression. You turned your eyes down, I slipped out in front of you as you did so as your arms were kept curled in, and you turned as you looked over beside the front woman as you saw the way that she indicated her I silently, but with an urgency over towards the squirrel, vacant-eyed man that looked pale enough that he must have spent the majority of his time just trying to be able to appease and to amend the area surrounding him, which seemed as if it was about a small and as disquieted as much as could be imagined in terms of the air of it.

"She can't be here. You know that she has to be somewhere important, and we can't possibly go against the rebelling of that. We shouldn't, it's not possible-"

"I didn't know what else to do." The front woman's voice seemed as if it had an edge of urgency as she looked over at him briefly, the emotion glimmering further begins to rise as she used her eyes with an urgency of over beside the squirrel of the man, and his expression on the grommets further as you raise those teeth as he looked over with the tremble up against his breath while he looked over the side her body with would seem like a silent, almost indignant urgency as his expression flipped over her towards her with the furrowing of his expression as he glean designs up against her. She pressed her lips together as she turned her eyes down, and then twisted her expression in Barbara beside her body as she did so as her eyes were faltered and lowered as she looked over beside the man and then spoke slow and they come out voice low, as she stepped away beside him, but spoke with a certain kind of urgency, and just enough that you could hear as she spoke a little over beside him:

"She spoke of a name. It was something that was even more powerful than anything that the woman that we have locked up here would have ever been able to emulate come out or would have been able to project or if anything similar to it. She's essentially done everything that she can to try to be able to make sure that she can have a sense of, control, order remind me about who she is and when I felt it, I couldn't possibly if ever denied it, I thought it's so deeply that I hardly know what to do with myself. She can't go out into that ceremony, you know what they're going to do. They're going to try to use her mocker abuse her and they're going to enslave her in paralyze her into whatever way that they can for their own game, and if you had felt what I'd felt, the second that she spoke her husband's name, I know that we don't know the exact processes of the way that things like that turn out but I'm telling you that if you had filled what I had failed, you would know, you would be able to feel and you would be able to understand the reason why I'm suddenly so worried about trying to be able to keep her safe, to understand her. Please believe me when I say that this is something that you need to be concerned with."

Her voice was low and urgent, and she kept her body turned forward over towards the man and she spoke to him with a low firm tone. Your eyes flashed up with an old question as you looked over between them as you did so, and then gave up a brief, trembling nod as you saw the way that the scrawled eyes and the man twisted as he looked over towards you into a small ease of his own inquiry, and then slowly, as you met up orbital towards your expression gave a brief, understanding flick of a knot as he looked up over against you as his eyes flicked over his softly the signs your body for a mom and come up not necessarily analyzing you but seeming as if he was taking over towards the potential of what you had, and even though it made you feel uncomfortable as you looked over the side and it was clear that there was something up against his form that had a certain kind of knowing towards what the woman was referring to, his eyes twisting as he gleamed his expression over against you with an inquiry threaded up against his expression while his eyes danced up over against her body for a moment, and even though he couldn't necessarily have that recognizability directly in his eyes, it didn't seem undeniably that he had sewing inside from the theme as to what she talked about. A certain kind of somber understanding began to overcome him as he twisted his eyes of forever towards you, and slowly did it give you a brief, flick of his expression as he did so and then would seem like almost a brief laughter that can't borrow from his lip, his water it and his distant attached eyes twisting up over beside the woman for the way that she had talked to him lowly. His hands reached out, as he know I didn't guide it up against her this hands till I squeezed up against her He gave her a brief, trembling distant understanding of his hands as a gently guided up against her is until the fault ring of her own desperate questions seemed as if it lowered and felt reassured over by the group of his hand. His eyes twisted as he looked a forward towards the side of the edge of the form of your body as your lips raised up as he looked at beside him and quickly, as his hands begin to sweep away from the woman he trust himself over between the both of you, turning as he briefly began to call out as he indicated for the two of you to rush away down a barbiturence that fairly low to dark hallway, himself with his eyes light and twisting as he indicated for the both he to come down and over against the hallway as he did so while he rushed his way down it.

"You've always been smarter, and you've been more inventive than I ever have. If you think that it's something that should be followed then I don't doubt it." His eyes twisted up over towards you, still wonky but seeming as if there is almost a certain kind of excited although empty illusion up against his eyes as he looked you over, his expression twisted but interested as he did so as he kept his hands flushed up over against the edge of the rags of his body as he indicate for the both for you to continue to follow. The Franco until did arise over against you and she gave you a brief trembling raise or not as she indicated for you to begin to follow him down at Barbara to the hallway, you hesitated looking for her beside her but you know how to come up kept your body turned down, and then begin to follow her down up and over towards the hallway as you did so, as you allowed her hands to gently guide up over towards the middle part of your back as she kept her expression somber but conscious as she indicated for you to begin to make your way down if in overthrew the black the hallway, her eyes tilted up, and falling down over from the man as she did so as he began to twist his head and indicate for the both of you to make your way down the hallway. As she did so, and as her hands was generally grazed up or against yours into the attempt of reassurance, though it seemed as if she was almost even tainted by you or that she wanted you to have the independence of focusing on yourself it was clear that the more that she helped you down the hallway, that you were beginning to become aware that the walls, and where there should have been what you assumed would have been normal Siberian or is that would have led over towards various different bedrooms previously, there was now it seemed like clear cell cages with deep bars that were drenched up against him and firmly build from the top to bottom next to you. Your eyes jolted, your expression twisted up herbatore's aside as you looked over towards the black bars, and you felt yourself even leaning down and over beside the attempt of the guidance of the woman as she continued to keep her hands pressed up against you while she continue to guide you for the forward and down over through the hallway. You smiled with a trembling raise of your lip as you twisted while you tried your best to be able to follow her, and you looked over towards where the man was twisting over as she indicated and continued to make sure that the both of you would follow him, his eyes tracing up and with himself letting out a deep contort edge of breath as he looked over at you and continue to keep his eyes cleaned up against you, hands playing up against his palms, and continued indicate for you to make your way down up and over towards the hallway along with him, and your expression lowered and founder but nodded as you continue to follow him down up and over through the hallway.

"Are you sure about this? I would never doubt you because you know more than I do, and you've always been better at navigating these kind of things, but I want to be sure that neither of us are fooling ourselves or wasting our time."

The man reached over towards what was one of the various bars that was on the right side of the dark hallway. His pale hand, which was still trembling with what seemed like either some sort of unhinged nature or something that was excited leaned up against it as he paused, his eyes frozen as he twisted his eyes down and looked up over towards the front uncle man that was stepping over beside him. Her eyes seemed reassuring as she began to walk away over against him and she loaded a brief, current notice she looked up her beside his body as I reached out and froze above her beside the jail cell. His eyes flipped over with the fire as he burned his eyes and cleaned his expression up against you, and you simply tried your best to give him a raise if you're not, although you didn't really mean it, and if anything else you felt as if you're flippant within your heart of uncertainty enough questions, and one that you kept Patel would not meet their answer anytime soon as he looked over between the two of them. The man gripped his hands up against the bar as he looked over at you and gave up a small distant trouble raise was lip, and turned when he saw the way that the Franklin nodded as she looked over at him with the silent urgency, and indicated for him to open his way and over towards the bar in front of him as quickly as he was able to.

"if she goes down to that ceremony tonight as herself, without at least someone being able to put the very least role play some sort of way that we can try to be able to appease or to amend the way that they're trying to be able to pay the hunger with her tonight and then I can promise you it's only going to get worse, she needs to be free, we can't expect to have anything with the way that things are turning out, not right now. We need to have something that works better, something that we can use, anything."

The man's eyes still flickered over with the sense of what seemed like his own disgruntlement of uncertainty pot, noning a set of bar beside the woman as he raised of his lips and gave up a non, he turned as he loaded a grunt and flinched as he began to swing open the door. You stepped your way back as you began to feel the way that there was something that almost felt like a certain kind of freshness to it, as if he was sweeping out to some sort of fresh beat breeze I would have been expected from the outside of the air, your eyes closing as you did so as you stepped away back as you began to feel the way that it twisted above against and flushed over beside your features as you close your eyes upon feeling it so you've up against her eyes. You overworld of your shoulders as you turn and looked up over beside the man, your expression lowered as you did so as you blamed her eyes up over against him but he, with his lips and those cracked teeth raising out with a trembling uncertainty but still look you begins you with an insistence indicating his head over towards the inside of the bar, and he turned his eyes up over beside you as he did so well slips raised up with a treble as he indicated for you to begin to make your way inside. Your eyes twisted down as your arms crossed inward and you looked over as if you're waiting for a reassurance towards the frog woman who, within the emotion of her uncertainty and lifted up her lips as she's easter eyes at beside you as it was clear that she did not have any, and she indicated silence silently simply for you to make your way over and inside of the open bar door, the man raising of his lips on and off as he did so as he looked over towards you within his uncertainty and with that soft vain distance of against his eyes but still at the indicate for you to make your way inward. Your body curled in, and you could feel the way that there is that seriality and that deep freshness of what you know that only ever would have existed with the nature of the way that it felt when you had been turned around over towards that strange fresh blue feeling the way that you had when you had been introduced to it yourself. You could feel the way that there is that freshness of its illuminated light that was twisting and crawling up around your body, and although it had been more unpleasant and although it had wrecked you and had forest and had gripped and it snapped at your attention more than it had anything else, you could also briefly remember the way that it had so clearly twisted up against your body, that it had forced you to try to be able to imagine to appease over beside where there is the steep freshness of forest reinvention outside of her ego, that was what you felt now, something that was even deeper and more exhilarating than a fresh breeze, as your eyes tilted up over hesitantly beside the open cage flicker eyes over towards the man who nodded as he looked over to you, and nodded over briefly as you did so as your lips twisted and turned as you indicated your eyes inside and hesitantly, walked yourself over and inside what seemed like the fairly low jail so well you made your way in word, your eyes has a tent as you flipped your eyes inside before you even so much is opened up here or worried to speak even one thing to announce your presence.