After the Test
A Milwaukee December is known best for its nights by the fire, and warm hot coco; very seldom does one get a peak at its darker side. The scene opens up in a dark alleyway, circa 1950 at approximately 9:00pm.
"So, you thought I'd just let you off easy eh? No one, and I mean no one says no to the Fonz!"
Richie Cunningham is seen lying on the cold pavement crouched in the fetal position. A tempered Arthur Fonzerelly hovers over his whimpering carcass with a grin across his greasy face.
"Go easy Fonz! I just couldn't do it alright!" screams Richard as his clenches onto Arthur's right pant leg.
"All you had to do was let me copy off your test Cunningham, that's all you had to fucking do and you blew it, so now you're going to blow me!"
"Wha, what!?" babbles Richie as he crawls onto his feet.
"You heard me Cunningham, you're going to have to sit on it!" says the Fonz while pointing to his bulging member.
"No, no, please! You can't!!"
Fonzi sends Richie back down to his knees with a hard right to the gut; he lets out a chuckle right before pulling Cunningham's slacks to his knees. Arthur, completely ignoring his oil soaked hands tears Richards cotton briefs off and proceeds to plow him like a mule.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay" he screams as he parts Richards's asshole like the red sea.