Oh god. I can't see shit and the tip of my willie is way past tingle. The brain shared this thought with all the other organs. "I'm sorry Oxi, think if I make myself a hardie it might help?" the dong said, trying its best. "I'll tell you something peenie old pal, it isn't going to help me one bit." the bladder retorted. Everybody went quiet when they heard the extremely faint sound of a toilet flushing somewhere down a series of pitch black corridors and canopies. Not even comics are as exciting as this.
Onix flew down the hallway towards the sound, using a combination of his schizophrenia and his newly found ability of extra sensory perception to narrowly dodge all of the dark corners. Every now and then he would falter just a bit as he slid on what you could assume to be carpets, and the pain of holding in his rain juice hurt him so, so badly, but he had the etiquette of a president and he was not about to fucking piss all over what could possibly be hardwood floors in this sick basement that he didn't even know where the fuck where, and he could never give a heck anyways.
Huh? He woke on the ground, in his piss drenched khakis. And fucks sake, there was the toilet he was looking for, not even fifteen feet away from him, dark brown porcelain but giving off a distinctly tan light. This let him get a sense of the decor in the place, it was like... gaudy I guess. He began to approach the toilet and, as he did, an intense feeling of very nervous and timeslow came over him. A whole host of spiritual insects with disgusting symmetrical forms swarmed around the smooth bowl and when he looked in it he saw it was filled with green jell-o and some tiny person had accidentally driven their toy car into it and was stuck inside the car stuck inside the jell-o. Should he;
Help them out
or
Destroy them
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