[[A picture of various apartment buildings]]
Shadowed city slumber silently. A second-story suite.
Come craving courtship, selected serendipitously
Crazed copulations, a salacious storm of continuous coitus.
Spread, straddled, conquered.
Countless crashed suitors strewn carelessly.
Centre, silken sheets sensuously caressing soft skin,
Contentedly sleeps your mom.
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
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