Whether tis nobler in the bosom to tremble
The Slings and hammocks of outrageous boobage,
Or to lift arms and press against a sea of jiggles.
And by pressing them, to lie, to motorboat
no more, and by a nipple, to say we flick
the breastuses, and thousand Natural shocks
that big-uns are heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be pressed. To suckle, to ream
To mouth, perchance to Dream; aye, time to rub
A ode to Ayane and Phase 4's tag strategem:
Getting to 25 hit combos now. This team is something else.