Posted at 10:40 pm on Nov 12, 2016 by:
Red Spyder (Guardian of Wickedness)
And I don't think we mentioned premium juices even once. How did that happen?
The three men silently climbed out of the van. Behind the statue, there was little chance any guards would notice the big vehicle. However, even the slightest unnecessary noise might be heard by the well-trained dobermans.
Despite this knowledge, Red hardly hesitated to step around to the front of the fountain. He looked up at the giant, stone, squirting pussy, reaching down to grab the monster beef as it slithered around in his pants. Leaning in, he opened his mouth to drink some of the water.
"Don't, mate," Brandon whispered as he placed a hand over Red's mouth and pulled him back. "It's poisoned."
Red glanced down into the water and noticed the large amount of dead crabs and insects floating in it. While he didn't try any further to drink the water, his monster beef continued to grow as his gaze returned to the stone pussy itself.
"Come on, we've got work to do," Brandon said, tugging Red's arm to get him moving.
Darkspade already had the back of the van open, unloading the equipment, his Absolute belt strapped firmly around his waist. Red picked up his chainsaw and slid it into the sheath already strapped to his back. Brandon eyed the big flamethrower, imagining how many of Staphanie's crabs it could wipe out in an instant.
"Spade, would you prefer if one of us carries your belt?" Red asked as they picked through the rest of the supplies. "You know, just in case you start having second thoughts."
Spade was ready to give Red a lot more than a mild shock of Unholy Darkness when Brandon said, "Shhh, someone's coming over here I think!"
Alex felt nauseous at the sight of the eggs, especially when he noticed some of them were leaking either cum or pus.
"You see, Alex?" both Chanes said together. "You can't escape us! So why not join us?"
"Join you?!" Alex said, crawling away from them some before standing back up. "I'd rather die than ever join you!"
"That might be exactly what happens!" Reverend Jones said, stepping in front of the Chanes and Staphanie. "But not just yet. If we wanted you dead right now, you would be."
"So why wait?" Alex asked, backing away further as Jones moved closer, the others moving in sync with him. "End it now. Because I refuse to be a part of this fucked up hive mind you've all become!"
Before Jones could oblige Alex or maybe say anything to convince him to join, there was a loud crash behind them. He, the Chanes, and Staphanie turned around to find a guard laying unconscious on the floor of the hallway after being thrown into the wall by the still sleepwalking Botch. Seconds later, another guard was launched out of the conference room, this one smashing through a window. They could all hear him scream as he plummeted to the ground far below. A third guard slid out of the conference room on his back. Botch followed him out and flexed his right arm, kissing his peak before dropping down to drive the elbow into the guard's forehead.
Smiling at Botch's efforts, Reverend Jones leveled his crimsonlight gun at Big Poppa HUH?, intending to do away with him and his peaks for good. But before he could fire, Alex grabbed a fire extinguisher from its case on the wall and smashed it into the back of Jones' skull. Jones fell to his hands and knees, the gun sliding across the floor away from him, coming to a stop at Gunther's feet, who was continuing his week long, one song concert.
