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It was Xmas morning and Toxik woke up early. He rushed downstairs to see what Santa had left him. He had asked for new soft and warm bed sheets for xmas. He ripped open the wrapper and box but inside there were no bed sheets. It was a fleshlight model of kitt3n’s cooter. It was HUGE. Toxik said “Ah what the hell” and he tried it out. It really was a remarkable product he thought, was just like the real thing. Couldn't feel a damn thing even without a rubber.