Go finish that retarded doujinshi of me and Inui in gothic lolita dresses, all right? Don't make me kick your ass. Cause I will. Start drawing again. This being lazy crap is not going to cut it.
If I don't get my daily quotient of fanart devoted to ME, I will probably accidently kill you. I mean, I will kill you.
I'm tired of you being a slacker, so stop it. Who else is going to make stories of me and my boyfriend, that could be ground up into powder and sold for several thousand dollars a kilo? The illegal drug community will suffer dramatically because of you. Or even if it might not, will you chance it? I hope not. Get me more cocaine, bitch.
Your goal in life is to finish that doujinshi. Then you can die. And if my legs look fat, like you made them in this picture, I will hurt something. My legs are NOT fat. Inui-senpai says they're quite slender.
Now, I'm gonna go take a nap. I've been working on that snake thing where they can unhinge their jaw, and Inui-senpai has been brutal ♥.
You still suck, but if you draw me pretty, I'll forgive you. Oyasuminasai!