05-20-2012, 01:56 AM
> walk into Gamestop
> ask for a copy of Atelier Totori
> "What?"
> spaghetti slowly drips from my pockets
> oh fuck not again
> face gets red
> "Please give me a copy of Atelier Totori right now."
> "I don't know what that is. What platform is it on?"
> struggling to contain my embarrassment
> clenching asscheeks together to hold in my shit
> voice reduced to a mumble
> "have money please alterlier torti give money please game"
> "Are you okay?"
> shit breaches through my asscheeks
> propelled forward at 60mph
> crash through the Gamestop employee's counter
> he's holding onto me for dear life
> all the while spaghetti is flowing out of my pockets like fumes
> crash through the entire row of buildings in the strip mall, broken glass shards in my face
> yelling "ATELIER TOTORI PLEASE MONEY ATELIER GAMESTOP TOTORI"
> Gamestop employee is covered in shit and spaghetti
> my pocket rocket shows no signs of stopping
> he tilts me backwards
> the sheer force of my shit has reached 650mph, we are now propelling upwards
> the spaghetti and shit intertwines and falls down to earth in glorious yellow and brown streams as we head towards the stratosphere
> children below frolic in the mess falling from my anus
> the g-force is causing my asscheeks to flap vigorously and create a gale
> spaghetti and shit blowing through the air on the planet below
> 3 miles upwards now
> Gamestop employee has died from lack of oxygen, his body falls to the surface below and is shredded by the force of my shit
> my transformation is almost complete
> as I leave the atmosphere my bear hands sprout and my tail grows, acting as a rudder
> steer myself across the comsos with my gleaming shit and spaghetti trail
> ask for a copy of Atelier Totori
> "What?"
> spaghetti slowly drips from my pockets
> oh fuck not again
> face gets red
> "Please give me a copy of Atelier Totori right now."
> "I don't know what that is. What platform is it on?"
> struggling to contain my embarrassment
> clenching asscheeks together to hold in my shit
> voice reduced to a mumble
> "have money please alterlier torti give money please game"
> "Are you okay?"
> shit breaches through my asscheeks
> propelled forward at 60mph
> crash through the Gamestop employee's counter
> he's holding onto me for dear life
> all the while spaghetti is flowing out of my pockets like fumes
> crash through the entire row of buildings in the strip mall, broken glass shards in my face
> yelling "ATELIER TOTORI PLEASE MONEY ATELIER GAMESTOP TOTORI"
> Gamestop employee is covered in shit and spaghetti
> my pocket rocket shows no signs of stopping
> he tilts me backwards
> the sheer force of my shit has reached 650mph, we are now propelling upwards
> the spaghetti and shit intertwines and falls down to earth in glorious yellow and brown streams as we head towards the stratosphere
> children below frolic in the mess falling from my anus
> the g-force is causing my asscheeks to flap vigorously and create a gale
> spaghetti and shit blowing through the air on the planet below
> 3 miles upwards now
> Gamestop employee has died from lack of oxygen, his body falls to the surface below and is shredded by the force of my shit
> my transformation is almost complete
> as I leave the atmosphere my bear hands sprout and my tail grows, acting as a rudder
> steer myself across the comsos with my gleaming shit and spaghetti trail