KILL BILL - VOL.98.1

It was a cold sunny morning..


Humid and damp..


The rays silently slid through the blinds of the black darken lit room..


Mizan Majin just looked paciently at her clock..

as she desperately tried..





and tried..





and tried..





and tried..





and tried..




over and over again..

"wiggle ur big toe"

"wiggle ur big toe"









"wiggle ur big toe"










"wiggle it goddammit!"

FUCK!!

"I said WIGGLE!! WIGGLE!!!"

^%$#@*&$^@*&^!

WIGGLE U FUCKEN &^%&! WIGGLE!!

then after hours and hours...








and hours..











and hours..











and a bit more hours...

IT WIGGLED..

AND YES ATLAST..

SHE WIGGLED HER BIG TOE