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Oolong donned his ultra comfortable, super soft thinking panty on his head. The debased porker was in a get-rich-quick mood and wanted to brainstorm.
He began by asking himself a few simple questions.
What did he love? Naked women and food.
What else? Women's underwear and food.
What could be better? Women in tiny underwear and food.
*Psh* A candle lit above the porcine one. He drew up the designs and presented them to the master of all things lascivious, Roshi.
Engaged in deep discussion, the hopeful entrepeneurs took no notice when two figures peered over their shoulders.
Krillin set down the grocery bag and rapped Oolong's skull to get his attention. "What are you two doing? This had better not be a diagram to tunnel into our room."
Android 18 narrowed her eyes. She and her husband may be staying at Kame House rent-free, but that in no way entitled them to a peep show. She slapped the back of both bald heads for good measure.
"Ow!" The ultimate panty on Oolong's head did nothing to lessen the impact. "I came up with a great idea," he boasted. "Master Roshi is helping me with the details."
Krillin picked up the drawing. A letter 'T' filled the first half of the page. The second half had a horizontal line. Fruit names were scrawled at the bottom.
Krillin frowned at the "blueprint." He found it difficult to imagine his two housemates actually using their brains.
"We're re-inventing the thong!" Roshi crowed in delight.
The dark-haired martial artist dropped the paper like a hot potato. No telling what those two were doing -- or touching -- when they came up with this idea.
"Yep. It's a crotchless thong." The pervert-master barely got the last two words out before settling into a delirious fit of vulgar giggles.
"A crotchless, *edible* thong," corrected Oolong. Dollar signs popped up in his eyes. He rubbed his chubby hands together greedily.
18 and Krillin looked at each other. A knowing smile slowly crept across the formerly bald one's face. "Uh, guys. They already make that."
"What!?" Both perverts were aghast. How could anyone come up with this idea? And how could they not know about it?
"General Mills makes it -- Fruit Roll-ups Fruit by the Foot," Krillin explained. He looked at his wife and winked. "One size fits most."
Android 18 reached into the grocery bag, pulled out a familiar green and white box, and took her husband's hand. "And it's unisex," the beautiful blonde purred as she led a happy Krillin toward their bedroom.
The End.
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