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Travis’ arm had an owie. Owies angered him, he had been forced against his will by the government to be implanted by the Coochie virus chip. He didn’t even like coochie!!!! GAY RAGEEEEEEEE!!!! He began banging his head into his bedside table blood spurting from his eye sockets and dripping like demonic tears, the pain fueled his rage he screeched and began fucking his bed with his monster XXXL cock and neighing like a horse. The bed blushed and moaned accepting Travis’ load with a push of its hips and then it’s knees gave out and it fell on its face. Turns out the bed was actually Larry Johnson, Travis hated when he accidentally mistaked people for furniture, aw well what can you do? Travis pulled Mayo and paprika from two back pockets and began to rub them all over Larry seasons the boy...thoroughly. And then he cooked him with his laser eyes. Zzzzzt, and Larry was yummy. That delicious cinnamon skin having a nice crunch and the oily ness making it suckle and a delectable treat. Trav was a true connoisseur of meat. When Travis was done sucking the bones clean he shat his pants, he twerked so vigorously shit flew everywhere and Travis moaned in approval. He would have made a great interior designer if his father had let him. He shook his head in disappointment. He then took a big gulp of the lava lamp oil on his desk, it tasted like blue Gatorade. He then twerked down the stairs but tripped! He went flying through the window and landed on his arm!! Right on the coochie shot! Ahhhhhhh GAY RAGGGEEEEE!!! He shat his pants but out his mouth instead, the force of the vomit/shat blowing his head off and then he died.
THE END.