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"Get off me! YOU don't touch ME! And NO ONE touches my shoes! They're worth more than everything you OWN!", Pump yelled in anger.
"Gonna feed them to you if you won't shut up Goldie Locks. But maybe a good knuckle sandwich will do the job", the Clone grunted.
"Do I look like I am hungry you big fa..."
*BOW!*
"Uuuhh..."
Pump's eyes rolled about and her mouth opened, the tip of her tongue protruding from between her lips. Somewhat surprisingly, she was not completely out of it yet, but then again, the Clone reasoned, she was pretty thickskulled.
"Have a bite off these..." the Clone said, lowering her chest down to Pump's face.
"Huh?" Pump exclaimed, blinking confusedly before her face got smothered by the Lynn Clone's breasts.
"Mmmfffghh! Mmmhh..." Pump protested, struggling weakly. Her eyes soon began to flutter and then she lost consciousness, her body falling still.
"If only your brain was as big as your mouth, shoe girl," the Clone chuckled as she rose up from the defeated Pump, who was breathing evenly and peacefully. The unconsciousness had wiped the anger off her face and softened her features.
"Now, then, what to do with you... I think I know just the thing," the Clone grinned, putting her hands on her hips tapping her foot.
