>"Quickly Zooble! Follow me into this inconspicuous closet so we can make out!"

>"....What?"

Love me zoob
simple as

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>"What the *&!# are you doing?"
>Your face, or lackthereof, is buried in the smooth plastic center of Zooble's body.
>Your groin is also somewhere halfway between bumping one end of it uselessly and enthusiastically grinding against the curve.
>Suffice it to say the living picasso piece did not appreciate it and kicked you halfway across the circus.

It didn't stop Zooble's mind wandering from how to torture your ass to how utterly frustrating it was in not being able to fulfill certain needs.