“ Ohhhh, luck has nothing to do with it! With a face like yours, why I could've sworn I was being lulled over by a siren. ” His wings slowly flap behind him as he places his face into his palms.

“ Hey there, beautiful. I dunno about angels, buuuut I'd say I'm quite the handsome devil. ” His words are accompanied by a sly wink.

Hm..? How odd, it seems as though a shadow was cast over Amore! What could possibly have causes *this travesty.

his genetics truly only passed down when it comes to the one thing... tragic, is it not? ka-sigh...

i see you've heard about my father, sultry the seahorse....

My twinkish disposition has betrayed me once again. sigh

||; This character fucking sucks

ㅤㅤㅤ

Sighs. sure, why not

Milton

That cranky crocodilian... 💢

Believe me, I'm *nothing* like my sister.

@eggbossneo.bsky.social Why do you have my face.

Yep, that sounds like her, alright.

. . . ?

Heya, big guy. [ taps the sign. "The only place where you can Pound Meat while getting your Meat Pounded" ]

If only a big strong hunk of metal was here shirtless with a thong on

Tch. do you always have to rub it in? I already know you're better than me.

Oh, I'm sooo sorry that I'm not as business savvy as you! we can't ALL be born lucky.

. . . And we appreciate your uh. "sizable donations", Rankles . (Seriously, that guy single handedly funded the third location!)

Oh, I know. too busy to check up on your poor brother. MY rival– Ben Dover– nearly took me out of the Jerk game a couple years back.

Milton's jerk n' Jerk: the only place where you can pound meat while getting your meat pounded. (now located in Emerald City, Station Square, and Knothole)

Third, actually. but who's counting? certainly not family.

Mm.. how long has it been?