Posted at 6:40 am on Dec 21, 2016 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion)
HUH? HERE'S THE OTHER HALF! (SICK)
Alex spit out his drink at the sight of Diper's gaping, hairy, crusty asshole and dove behind the counter as she let out a loud fart, rattling the entire building and setting off car alarms outside. The smell that followed made Alex think of a rotting corpse buried in fried rice.
Gagging and trying not the throw up the alcohol he'd just consumed to help him deal with the chaos, he dared to peer over the bar. Diper was digging a claw up her ass now before sticking it, completely covered in shit resembling chocolate pudding, into her mouth.
Staphanie's crabs took the moment of distraction as a chance to head for the bar to hide as well, unveiling both Botch and Gunther. Alex thought they were dead at first since they weren't moving, only to realize that they were locked into a 69, Botch's dick being too shriveled for Gunther to do much with it and Botch being too stupid while awake to know what to do with Gunther's wart-coated dick.
Relieved that at least that Staphanie clones were too distracted with shredding each other up with their forks, Alex slid back down behind the bar, taking an unopened bottle of whiskey with him. Unscrewing the cap, he proceeded to chug the bottle until it was empty.
"If I die of alcohol poisoning, so be it!" he said to himself, slurring his words. "Better than dealing with THIS anymore!"
He was going to throw the bottle at the wall and break it when he got a better idea. Standing up from behind the bar, he saw that Diper was still eating her own poop, just as he hoped. Pitching the whiskey bottle like a baseball, he managed to lodge it right up her ass, despite his drunken state. Diper let out a queef that somehow smelled even worse than the previous fart before shooting the bottle back out of her ass like a cannon. The glass shattering from the pressure, the tiny shards rained down on the Staphanie clones, tearing open their cheap, silicon tits even further.
Stumbling out from behind the bar as the crabs began to fall over the edge to hide, Alex saw that Botch was asleep again after growing bored from the 69.
Taking one look into Diper's cavernous bowels, Botch said, "HUH? YOU NASTY BITCH! YOU WON'T GET MY ROOM NUMBER!"
