On a cliff at dawn in mortal kombat is kano bi or straight, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with mortal kombat is kano bi or straight,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “mortal kombat is kano bi or straight, mortal kombat is kano bi or straight, mortal kombat is kano bi or straight!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “mortal kombat is kano bi or straight” bliss.