The small man looks up into Guy's eyes and lets out one sole effeminate fart of glee, as he takes out a sack - smothered in fecal matter and burgers - and begins to show Guy his collection of cans.
"I only have 238 right now, please sir, give me all you can," the small faggot says while kneeling over Guy, crying to himself hysterically while continually letting out many small farts. Guy looks at the cans; some are nice cans, others are bad cans, and some are not cans at all. It was a fine collection, though, Guy had to admit that. This cause was a just one, he figured. Then he remembered that he was out of vodka to smoke and had a marijuana hangover. Guy slapped the man. They looked each other in the eyes. The man whimpered. Guy took off his pants, letting wild his uncontainable neanderthal dick.
RAPE THE SMALL MAN
OR
JUST GIVE HIM THOSE SHITTY CANS
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