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>"Ya did good, Mr. Pigglesworth - enough bank to get me through the week!"
>*She staggered toward her unrequited lover, half-naked and half-cross dressed as ever, with hazy purpose.*
>*Mr. Pigglesworth's lazy eyes glazed over, chained upon the landfill of emptied, alcoholic vessels in relative discomfort; both pairs of his cheeks did endure a LOT yesterday, after all.*
>"Taking one for the team like that, piggy boy deserves a jus' reward...!"
>*Tattered hem of her booze-fouled skirt circled her ankles once more.*
>*His eyes batted alight, pupils constricting at the breathtaking, awe-inspiring sight of splendor au naturale.*
>"The... 'Lil' Blue Whale'-!"
>"WHAT!? Ya thought it was jus' a strap-on!?"
>"P-Please, no more...."
>*He wimpered; it was pitiful.*
>"I... I just wanted to deliever the mail, but you kidnapped me! ...Molested me... TORTURED me, and made me Squeaky Pete's play-toy for beer money - BEER money, Laz! I... I didn't want this - I didn't want ANY of this-!"
>"What do you want, Mr. Pigglesworth?"
>*Eyelashes batting, vigorously, his dark eyes boggled... overwhelmed by the spectacle at her loins most wondrously strange.*
>*Her drunken, water penile-voodoo was impressive, as such; the soothing, reassuring timbre of a motherly voice really sold it!*
>*She would have to thank Steven later for the inspiration, putting that scheming, self-aggrandizing quartz to better use, for once.*
>"...L-Lil' Blue Whale?" He mouthed.
>"What do you want, Mr. Pigglesworth?"
>*He wept, gently.*
>"I... I don't KNOW, anymore!"
>"Mr. Pigglesworth...?"
>"...Y-Yeah?"
>"...Do you like anal sex?"
>*She touched a rather generous nub of Astroglide onto the pad of her finger; his face fell into an expressionless grimace, instantly.*
>*Cut to black; Arthur Smith's "Feudin' Banjos" strums into gentle prominence."
>"...Fuck."
>*'The Drunken Misadventures of Drunkpis Fritzl' concludes....*
FIN (...unless I get bored again.)
