*Tyrion turns to Lemore*
“Baby, I’m hot just like an oven. I need some lovin’.”
*Clenches phallic muscle, turns to Griff*
“Baby, I can’t hold it much longer. It’s getting stronger and stronger.”
*Pricks toes and fingers, singing rhetorically*
“Baby, I got sick this morning. The sea was storming inside of me.”
*Looks Young Griff in the eye whilst playing cyvasse*
“And baby, sailing west is wise and,
Your wave’s a rising, and rising.”
*Young Griff looks cautiously to Tyrion and asks what else he can tell him*
“When you come of age, my prince,
You’ll get that feeling, you’ll want sexual healing,
Sexual… healing… oh, baby.”
*Tyrion cartwheels along deck, cursing his father and spraying drops of blood from pricked extremities*
“It makes you feel so fine, Young Griff, uh,
Helps to relieve your mind.”
*Tyrion gets slapped in the face by false father Griff*
“It’s. Good. For us.”
Young Griff Lives!
Person: Getorix 