I love socks.
I love black, pretty socks of the flandre.
I will be suffocated by her socks proactively by oneself if my life is over in another three days.

The smell of her foot which got sweaty will euthanize me.
Let's decide to invade her room, and to borrow socks.
This is because it thinks that I want to eat her socks.
I can eat her socks at face.

This is a story of such a man.
Do you want to eat socks of the frandre?
Small and,
Pretty and,
Irreplaceable and,
Is dear, dear, dear, dear... The socks which were steamed of such the frandre.
It is the most deliciousin the world because it is a season of the rainy season now.
Eat socks with full force!!

KorehaWeblioHonyakuDesu.