[Don't miss them for too long, Overlord, because he's got another transformation up his sleeve -- there's a small whirring sound as a drill bit pokes into the most miniscule gap between cables in his neck, and Pharma grins against Overlord's helm, moans escalating with each thrust.
He's not too concerned about damage right now; with his hands, he can fix pretty much any kind of damage Overlord could give him, and he knows it. So he starts up the drills, just barely rotating in-between those cables. Try that on for size, Overlord.]
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He's not too concerned about damage right now; with his hands, he can fix pretty much any kind of damage Overlord could give him, and he knows it. So he starts up the drills, just barely rotating in-between those cables. Try that on for size, Overlord.]