If these three don't get to the sucking off in toilets, one of them is going to explode. And not in the good, life affirming kind of way. Ahfsajfl Tseng may offer them his handkerchief. May.


*sniggers to death* Oh, Balthier. Rufus is going to lawnmow you with his goons and his para-para machine. This is the kid whose earlier years were used to alternately furiously studying the stock market before getting out of the house at two in the morning to do some serious damage to Daddy's credit card in any/all of the clubs he could find.