He says it like it’s a normal question.
Like there isn’t a pink compliance cannon humming in his hands.
Like we didn’t just watch a man scream about deductibles and end up glassy-eyed and moaning through his tie.
There’s steam in the vents.
Numbers floating mid-air.
One of them spells “MOO.”
The Witch is on the line, voice all velvet and bite:
“If you’re going to milk me so hard, you might as well show up in person.”
So he did.
And now the taxman’s mouth won’t close.
Not from shock.
Just... pressure.
💋 Sequence’s live : https://www.patreon.com/posts/milking-taxman-126481673
It only gets worse from here.