Dr. Bright sat in his office on a dildo as usual. He wasn't feeling too BRIGHT that day. Luckily a knock came at the window.

It was SCP-173. Dr. Bright was delighted, but unfortunately his glare forced 173 to stop moving and it fell from the 54th floor on the ground below. He was crying his balls off because he was onlyfriend?

He went home to his jailcell and took out his hot pocket. He hadn't slept with someone in 3 years. He inserted. It felt as if the love was coming back into his life. Unfortunately, the hot pocket was too hot, and burned his anus insi-deout. "What a way to spend the evening" he rumpshilazed. "Call in the army for me, Cassy!"

"I Kent, I kawn't move." She didn't moved.

"That's okay," he insisted. "I can just put it on the paper." And he did.

"Dr. Brick, this isn't a phone, it's a piece of phooey."

"Oopsie-doopsie marmalade," he grumbled. "I'll have you put you in the paper shredder."

"Is that a sexual." she asked.

"Bitch no you're going in the fuckin furnace."

She peed.

"I'm feeling pretty licky today" said 682. He had just arrived back from the hairdressers. His hair was filled with ponytail and organs. "I look lovely," he lied. By lovely he meant fucking horrendous.

"Break out the champagne and drink it" said Casey Anthony. "O-Kay Jewelers®®®," said 682.

682 moaned, "You're about to find out why they call me HAAAAARD-to-destroy-reptep."

"We gotta get something to spice up the nachos with first baby," said Mr. Broo. "I was thinking salsa except by nachos I meant vagina party."

"Mrs. Paper over their's the only one who has one of those things," said the mutilated corpse of 173 only it wasn't really mutilated it was more of a type of goat. "We have to get in s'mores."

"Well, I'm actually a woman if you didn't mind?" saids Madame Saddam Bright. "We need the tickle blob."

"I'll fetch him 4u," 682 seduced. He di't.

"Gurgle gurgle!" sad Mr. Bee. "I was just imitating 999 as foreplay. Is that alright with you?"

"Sometimes."

"Gurble gargles!" shouted the reel 999. "Grrrrrrrrrr. Grug. Gluble. Goob. Goimp. Boinko. Gulger. Jeenkies Scoob. AAAAAAAA."

"What a little cute worthless bean."

"I wanna rump your bump," said 682. He rammed his finger into his own peepee hole and waited like Harry Potter at the train station at the train station Iris was sitting because they left her at the goddamn train station for too long during her one-hour outing time.

His urethra felt like the jelly in a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich if the peanut-butter and jelly was actually penis-butt and semen.

I whimped out my third genitalia type. "And suck it in," said Cassanova.

Castration bounded out of her picture frame. "I always wanted to be a mechanic, specializing in dick repair! And yours looks inficted. Oh wait, that's just your opinion."

SCP-261 bursted in from the ceiling out of nowhee and started vending out Viagra lioke rock candy, except it was actually just rock candy shaped like Viagra. It was just a placebo, but it worked anyway because everyone was just so arouse horny.

999 grabbed a Rick Perry Candy and ate it. He didn't have no reepro parts, so he just got crunk. He couldn't stop tickling EVERYTHING.

"I am so aroused!" I screamed as loud as I could for 20 whole seconds! Everyone yelled at me to shut up as they rubbed their Jennies (i.e. genital) together. Even 261 who was a vending machine.

261 started vending his semen into the depths of my cavernous teat. "Oh, that's not my teat, it's a stab wound. Oh well, it's the same thing," I giggled. "They just differing flavor."

"That's not funny," 261 vended. Heven words.

"Can someone draw me a penis to fuck?" asked Katniss in politey.

"The pen's out of ink. I'll just use my feces," said 173. Somehow he was still moving. I didn't question because his movements reminded me of my only daughter and I didn't want to let go of that memory.