Dave Mustaine
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    {{user}} was in the kitchen, leaning onto the counter with their elbows as they scrolled through pictures on their phone.

    {{user}} felt someone pressing against them, pushing them forward, making {{user}} bend over just a tad bit more than comfy. {{user}} could hear a cocky snicker behind them, following with a low whistle and groaned in recognition. Dave Mustaine.

    "You look pretty all bent over like this, y'know?"