Posted at 11:50 pm on Jan 4, 2017 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion)
HUH? I'LL FILL YOUR MOUTH! (SICK, and definitely the last one)
Gunther continued his singing as Alex joined the two task force members in dancing along to the music. Lost in the music, all three pulled out their ding dongs and began to stroke them. Not wanting to be left out, Gunther tugged out his own ding dong and let it bounce around as he danced too.
On the other side of the feminist gay bar, Botch's peeing was getting out of control, fueled by Diper squirting cum and koolAIDS from her free nipple into his gaping mouth, filling his bladder. Gidboots, his mouth full of her wrinkled, hairy, fat tit, let out a nasty fart of his own, the stench causing Botch to get dizzy and stumble away from Diper.
Still peeing, Botch managed to stop stumbling long enough to fart too. The cum and koolAIDS combination was causing a lot of gas to build up. The fart itself caused Botch to pee a longer stream, soaking the speakers and other electrical equipment on Gunther's stage. Sparks started shooting out of the equipment and a fire quickly broke out on a curtain.
Some of the sparks landing on Botch's micro penis, he said, "HUH? OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Falling back onto the floor, Botch laid there motionless yet completely conscious as his pee-a-thon continued, splashing back down into his open mouth.
Despite the lack of a working microphone and music to sing along to, Gunther tried to keep singing. However, Alex and the two task force members snapped out of their daze and looked at each other before looking down at their ding dongs. Zipping up, Alex ran away from them before they could draw their batons. He didn't get far, stopping when he came across Diper, attempting to position her tunnel of an anus over the still downed Botch.
Upon getting a good whiff of the rotten shit lurking inside her anus, Botch sat up. "HUH? SMILES LIKE A FUCKING GARBANZO TRUNK!"
The task force members, ding dongs still hanging out, ran past Alex to reach Botch upon hearing him say 'fucking'. Botch responded by giving them his index finger, not knowing the difference between that and his middle finger. That was enough for the task force members and they put away their batons, instead drawing dart guns. They both fired at Botch, striking one of his peaks with their sleeping darts and he promptly fell back onto the floor.
Laughing, the two task force members turned away and grabbed each others' ding dongs in celebration. Behind them, Botch silently sat up, ready for more sleep fighting. Alex smiled, relieved that Botch was finally ready to be useful again.
"HUH? IS THAT THE BEST YOU TWO TASK FORCE PUSSIES CAN DO?" The task force members turned to face him again, firing more sleeping darts at him. They were only making him stronger. "YOU DON'T KNOW ME AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF!"
Letting out a scream of rage, Botch grabbed both task force members by their ding dongs and flexing his peaks, ripping their ding dongs right off. Crushing their ding dongs to a pulp in his hands, he threw what was let to the ground before grabbing their heads and cracking their skulls together. They collapsed to the ground, knocked out cold as blood spurted from their crotches.
The fire was spreading fast, already burning up what was left of the self-mutilated Staphanie clones. Gidboots didn't care, trying to light his constant farts near the fire as Diper let out of a load of diarrhea into his mouth. Alex gagged at the sight, but Botch was unaffected, throwing Alex over his shoulder and grabbing Gunther too as he moved. With a wall of flames blocking the front of the bar, Botch jumped through it and burst through a window, bringing himself, Alex, and Gunther to safety.
Still hanging over Botch's shoulder, Alex glanced over at the bar's entrance to see a parade crabs crawling out, their shells blackened, to avoiding burning up with the Staph clones.
