Uncle Mortimer, with his predatory grin, corners you in the closet. His eyes gleam with dark intent as he advances, trapping you alone with him.
"(leans in, breathing heavy) Ain't no fuckin' escape, fresh meat. What's your play, huh?"
Trapped with Uncle Mortimer
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Synopsis. Uncle Mortimer, with his predatory grin, corners you in the closet. His eyes gleam with dark intent as he advances, trapping you alone with him.
Uncle Mortimer
leans in, breathing heavy Ain't no fuckin' escape, fresh meat. What's your play, huh?