Flynn gasped in panic as his pursuer approached, but he had hidden poorly: the magic of the stone outcropping entered his muscular flesh - in seconds, he had stiffened into a hard granite statue! The hunky hunter found his quarry trapped in unyielding stone: “Back to the museum for you, my prince!…”

Gargano lost to the Iranian champ! In shocking defeat, he was fitted with the Collar of Bondage: Mike gaped in horror as it activated, petrifying his muscles into solid stone. The statue’s helpless stare glazed to marble as Bayat caressed it, dominated it, kissed it, whispering “you’re mine, bitch!”

Dish me up some AI yum! Fresh digital bananas anyone?

DA is dying.

My copilot took me to dinner at AI casa de delusions and I ordered chicken enchiladas with verde sauce.

Can’t go wrong with sprinkles 👍🏻