I have to stay anonymous. It’s important to the men that ask the questions.
What Questions?
“Garriciania?” Corellia called to his dear husband. “Komalaquan makwini maseekia.” Garry couldn’t believe what Samikian had just spoken to him before the party. “Miwnmow? Miwnmawana?” Cory said he wasn’t in the right shape to make any arguments.
It was fine though, they were home now, Gary and Cory, still waiting for the YellowVision to recover it’s shock absorbers. Gary really liked to howl into the viewing device to make sure the private detectives he loved so much always took his shirt off before he took his pants off, always his socks before his pants and his undershirt before his underwear. Also rings first, then wristlets, never the chain or necklace (Damn Italians and their chains), finally toe rings after earrings, hair ties after butt pads (The pads that we keep on our butts to keep us safe from booty smacks on Tuesdays – See: Tuesday Booty Smacks), the last of his bearings were laid on the ground before him after he laid down to remove his shin plates, his back plates and finally he removed his corner pieces, the ones that stabilized the electrocentric that forced the plates to shift together in power. The last of the men in the room shared his visualization; to lay down in response to the compression of the shin pads, the last of the armor seemed to slip off with the help of the other members in the room. Gary took cory by the midsection, rotated to the right and left, shimmying off the circular panels clearly circling the midsection, once the sections were loosened, the magnetic pressure plate was pressed across the midsection still to deactivate the electrocentric barrier and send the power back to the door operation panel to allow them out of the room. There couldn’t be any of these people with their uniforms on. Once the metal plates were deactivated through magnetic depressurization, it meant the solar section on the back was to be uprooted first from the top half section upward to release the lever to the bottom half, then unscrewed from the lateral spinal panel. “Miwakanai Kamkimkimkimkim!! Haaha!!” Gary was being so stupid right now. “Ohmiwana? Ma. No malanakan mawinikamchiniwana mawinai mokeoin!” Cory cmon man. “Mokeioin? Wah?! Mesokomatomasose! Wekonapomata hahaha!” Gare, cmon. “MMMMMMM!” Core, you need to calm down but I mean where do you think of this? Sometimes people can be so weird, especially Garecore Armor Tech, the new armor plated uniform used to serve the people, in the name of justice and for all the justice means to the people. If the people were to vote to subject a cohabitant, the Governor would certainly have to impart their swift justice.
“Neigh, we desire swift justice, hath thou seen the wretch!”
Gare threw him the goods.
The good man opened it up and injected into his neck.
“I’m full now! Thanks guy! I thought he was already crippled so I just broke his legs! Now he doesn’t have to walk?! I’m gonna have to come back. Thank you!” The good Samaritan pointed at GareCore Armor Tech (this was GareCore, the Armor Tech? So, when you come in here, you first impart yourself on the public, then you impart yourself on GareCore.)
“We are GareCore Armor Tech! Serving you Samesius Sandwiches for over 1,000,000 lunar minutes!”
The crowd cheered.
Ten years later, GareCore had faced some problems. The armor stopped coming off the people. It was a big problem.
“Mipona plz common milikwon!” Gare threw up a little bit and a Samesius chuck came out his eyes.
“Fucking Gary why did you eat the fucking Samesius?!” Core said this.
“Ah mamamia I said one Samesius a day and I’d be okay! That’s our motto!” Gary grunted and sat up on the long metal bench in the locker room.
“Gare, we founded this minute about 25 Illbion minutes ago and I think we need to give it up. We can’t handle this volume.” Core.
Gunfire sounded and a bullet collided with Gary’s head. He is dead now and his Samesius was all over the locker settlement to the left.
No, not like this. Let’s try again.
“Gary, put your helmet back on let’s go back out.” Cory swung his leg off the low metal bench and sat up after posturing correctly, spaced out like an android or a robot, whatever that all means (androgen base, robotics) Gary bent down to get his helmet but couldn’t quite bend down to reach the helmet so he shrugged forward, pounding his stomach hard about to blow it all, down his stomach and down onto the bench where the face lie, the face of his fear, he feared he wouldn’t be enough to reach the helmet and he faced himself down, he looked down at it, still pounding against the bench and he felt it, the blast inside him. Someone detonated a bomb inside his body. He had eaten one of the manager’s Samesius sandwiches and the boss was looking for the Samesius core to sell it on the black market Samesius sandwich store, “Manager’s Stock”. The manager simply expected to set fire to the children’s play pen next door where the boxes were stored above the ceiling of the six foot tall dark crawling area for the GareCore Armor Tech employees who were still suiting up or rattling off Samesiai into the crowd for the last of the day’s outside dwellers. “Return now. The door is closing In fourteen hours. We’ll be back in 78 hours so leave your stuff here or it’s gonna have to get resubmitted to the desanitizing guppy sloth tube.”
Borkat went to his desk, “Fikman” he pulled out a quick handheld Samesius and fired it over the counter at a fierce looking beast just pouncing over the 8 extended outward desk for the front door to the Cobalt Entry. The oncomer sat quietly with his feet near his chest, just trembling with his left and pointed downward the Samesius in his right hand. He screamed frantically, he sounded happy, joyous but also clearly exuberant to a high degree. Borkat worked his way through the cell phone lot and found one that he wanted, “…this is Borkat’s now?” Borkat received a happy scream in his ear. The now encroacher grabbed Borkat’s head and tiled it back. The neck guard had a small gap between the bottom of the helmet that allowed for some viewing, not necessarily access to the skin. *onomatopoeia* and the Samesius was served directly into Borkat’s esophagus. The sounds of happy screams albeit more psychotic and with the quivering of a dopamine deficiency, the deep frustrated growl that mixed with it sounded almost like music. Borkat was taken the ground and his neckguard beaten with the killing hammer kept on the shelf labeled “Killing Hammer” Once the neck guard was beaten off (Shame on you GareCore Armor Tech for cutting armor costs) the happy man soaked himself in the thought of the Samesius inside Borkat’s neck. Inside his intent was to eat Samesius Sandwich himself and perhaps thank or speak to, even aid Borkat in some way, but here is the image of Borkat’s throat being scrambled with the “Fizzler”, it sort of mixed things up if your guts were to be rearranged magically and with the twist of a wrist. The Samesius foamed at the neck and even coated the Fizzler, the Fizzler looked tempted to the Happy, but it was thrown aside for the feast inside the convulsing Borkat. “Noise ouch! Noise ouch Samesisu now! Noise make bad! Why bad! Bad ground! Ground!” Happy squealed. “Is okay? Is okay?!” Happy grabbed Borkat by the shoulders and shook him alive. Borkat reached for Happy and the Killing Hammer quickly beat the hand back and Borkat could feel all his fingers, it was fine. After a few minutes of the Fizzler being smashed against the hand, Borkat grabbed what he could nearby and hit Happy with it. He hit him hard and happy fell to the ground fully, off the full mount he had on Borkat. Borkat flipped over, got to his knees and fell dead on the spot. His cowoker looked over, the crowd was gone now. “Bore, getup dude we don’t need to fake it we’ll get out some day. Don’t fake it dude, they always know if you do that.”
78 Hours later GareCore Armor Tech was back in action to feed the masses!
76 Hours later!
“Masinia, a man! Do you hear!” A village elder, wise and old, hardened by love with his daughter Pnipsi.
“Father, please let us save him and take him with me home to where I lie in faith and allow him to see me in my full truth for many years until I grow tired of the wares he carries at which, father, may I receive the full amount of his seed to spend at the market? I would love to receive the vulva of a Kosinia to stimulate my ear and hair growth, father, please, afterwards I might gain the attraction of Prince Mekian. Wouldn’t it be nice to be grown inside of by Prince Mekian for me father? I hear that he has the piknok of a well oilied Masenia.”
Masinia spoke, “My darling, I am Masinia, not Masenia. Masenia is the man that impregnated your mother. If you want to be like me, simply gain the attraction of the local ware keeper’s sons, invite them over and allow them to submit for a child and the wealthiest will choose you know that.” It was dismissed.
Now they were down by Borkat. “My son, wake up now, now now It’ll be just fine.” Masinia shook him and flipped him over hard. Masinia had blood splattered across his face as it seemed to be slowly flowing out as if it were glue from the wound still fresh in this situation.
“My son, I am Masinia, what is your name speak now.” Masinia motioned to his daughter. “Get his name.”
Pnipsi grabbed at his wallet and went through all the shelves behind the 8 foot long front desk.
“F…father?” Pnipsi forebear the child that she spoke of with the man by speaking his name, clearly holding his child deep within side her.
“Goodness. What have you found, Pnipsi” Masenia rubbed his hand in the open throat of Borkat, rubbing it to make it feel better, gently and slowly until it felt like there was substance, slightly harder and faster now until the noises of blood starting interrupting the speech, he rubbed it harder and Borkat curdled a scream. “Ah, yes, I know what he needs. Hone what is it?”
Psini looked up slowly. She had been waiting looking down at the ground, “Father. I have found the heirloom to our ancestors. It is my…my birth Watankong.”
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“How do you feel, honey?” Borkat spoke to Psini, he was alive and well now as you can see. Clearly something was up with her birthright but we can’t talk about her birthright, so we can’t talk about this but it was the only cures to medical illnesses handed out by the city of Illbion before being cast back to the Worker’s Realm. Borkat was saved.
“Thrust and the pull out slowly, but don’t take it out unless you’re holding me in some way. If you take it out too fast, I won’t trust you and it will feel like you’re stealing from me, okay?”
Borkat shot the Wamakian, it burned down the house of cards and finally he had to pull the ball out of the hole until the dog passed by at which he must piece their bodies with the punitive spike and bury the ball deep within the dog so that the Hate-Boar could be timed to find the ball before the dog dies, remove the ball and allow the field medic to quickly put the dog out of pain.
“Thrust now, thrust now and thrust now but do not take the Wamakian for granted, it will come on you and you will have to take that deeply, you will have to understand the fluidity of this and swallow it with pride, take the Wamakian and keep it within you and allow it to become one with you as I allow you to become one with me in our love, you stay inside me, you line my stomach and we are on in the bond of marriage.”
“Psini, I understand, I will hold it deeply before I thrust and I will keep it inside the guide so that it flows deeply into the canine’s small enclosure.”
“Deeply now, Borkat. Closely.”
The End
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