This feels like a weird role reversal from Tycho's constant zoophilia leanings. Coming soon: Episode 3: Space is Seriously Still the Place: Man is the Real Monster
Not a weird reversal, really. Tycho likes the long, graceful necks. Giraffes, ostriches, maybe an occasional swan or emu... It's all about the neck.
Now look at the wookiee. Does it even have a neck? Probably, I mean it's an arboreal mammal and all, but under that hair it's hard to be sure. If there is a neck, it's hardly long or graceful and as such, it's not to Tycho's refined tastes.
awwwwww yeeeaaaahhhh
Graceful? The man has a 5 foot turkey neck.
It's all about the Kaminoans
Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if Labor had not first existed. Labor is superior to capital, and deserves much the higher consideration. - Lincoln
This feels like a weird role reversal from Tycho's constant zoophilia leanings. Coming soon: Episode 3: Space is Seriously Still the Place: Man is the Real Monster
Not a weird reversal, really. Tycho likes the long, graceful necks. Giraffes, ostriches, maybe an occasional swan or emu... It's all about the neck.
Now look at the wookiee. Does it even have a neck? Probably, I mean it's an arboreal mammal and all, but under that hair it's hard to be sure. If there is a neck, it's hardly long or graceful and as such, it's not to Tycho's refined tastes.
Personal Quote: "I stare into the void as her molted carapace unfurls, her soaking thorax begging for my gentle touch... and she whispers: "krev unda xcryu!!!". Her slender neck riddled with eggsacks and vestigial maws beckons for my tender head, but what is that I see? Tis a hedgehog, nested upon one of her seven shoulder, her quills beckon for me as well. I now surrender myself as I am filled with countless fertilized eggs and my hands grace the spiky sensuous quills... Yes, yes - a thousand times yes..."
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Or maybe it's twice as gay.
Satans..... hints.....
Graceful? The man has a 5 foot turkey neck.
It's all about the Kaminoans
So beautiful... so slender... I must have her!
Personal Quote: "I stare into the void as her molted carapace unfurls, her soaking thorax begging for my gentle touch... and she whispers: "krev unda xcryu!!!". Her slender neck riddled with eggsacks and vestigial maws beckons for my tender head, but what is that I see? Tis a hedgehog, nested upon one of her seven shoulder, her quills beckon for me as well. I now surrender myself as I am filled with countless fertilized eggs and my hands grace the spiky sensuous quills... Yes, yes - a thousand times yes..."