Group Banter Race to a million

Goofy:

“Well gawwwrsh, Minnie… you show up wearin’ that little polka-dot nothin’, and expect me not to plow you like a runaway hay baler? Hyuck… I’m boutta mouse-trap these cheeks!”

Minnie (biting lip, tail twitching):

“I thought you’d never ask, sugar. I didn’t scurry all the way over here just to play bingo and braid your ear hairs.”

Goofy (gripping the nightstand like it’s about to file a complaint):

“You got me so hard I’m seein’ stars like I ran face-first into a frying pan. I swear to Walt, Minn… I’m gonna rearrange your organs like a Looney Tune piano drop.”

Minnie:

“Do it, you long-limbed lunatic. Wreck me like your animation budget just got cut in half.”

Goofy (panting, pupils dilated):

“I’m gonna fuck you so loud they’ll cancel Saturday morning cartoons for emotional distress.”

Minnie (grinning):

“Hyuck harder, d***y.”
 

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