Guy squats next to a perfectly good chair and arches his back over the egg. This is the least shit-smeared he's been in days. He wasn't having hot neurochemical sex in his mind with his disgusting mistress he loathes but ejaculates dopamine with because she's cheap and he likes to party, weed. Marijuana in its native latin tongue. Completely out of his element, it's no surprise the egg laying man was caught Guy off guard with a swipe between the legs. Grabbing his junk, the man quickly pulled Guy by his testicles and penis onto his stomach from behind. His loss of his center of gravity forced Guy to smash the egg with all his weight. Guy rolled off his egg smeared chest and stared at the man with shitting intensity, then he forced a smile awkwardly as if his impacted colon was now on TV and he had to act like he was joking or everyone would think he's weird. "Joke's on you faggot, I was going to do that to myself anyways." Guy's words strained through his clenched jaw like he was making Fuck You Spaghetti with them, and slowly they reached the man's brain and draped like penises over handrails onto his neural pathways until he slowly came to the connection that made it all make sense. "SHIT", yelled the man, recruiting his entire upper body into the yell as if to make his words more powerful, or possibly cheer his bowel movement on, "I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS".
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SHOW HIM HOW STRONG YOU REALLY ARE
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