In the Cortex lair, Uka Uka dastardly dodged the lasers, sneakily snuck past the cameras, jumped on all the electric turtles, acrobatically dodged rolling barrels without even a check point. He makes it to N. Gin's top secret computer laboratory where he believes Cortex's new dastardly plan is being mapped out.
Upon entering the room, Uka Uka looks around for the plan and is stunned by a pungent and foul odor.
"What is that smell? It's like a brick wall to my nose," he thought to himself.
Scanning the room, Uka Uka notices a folded up piece of paper by the control buttons and believes these are the plans he had been looking for. After picking up the paper, there were footsteps swiftly approaching, and so Uka Uka and the master plan sneaked off behind some boxes to quickly camouflage.
Entering the room was N. Gin. His short and stubby legs waddled briskly while making a simultaneous sticking noise to the floor as if one were in a movie theater that just finished showing a porno. Uka Uka peered behind the boxes and wondered what N. Gin could be up to. He cowered in fear, hoping not to be caught by those piercing brown eyes.
Standing in the room and believing he was alone, N. Gin pushed a green button on the control system and robot porn began playing on the screen. After watching two carburetors get oily, the bomb on the top of N. Gin's head began noticeably heating up. Dropping his pants, he revealed his skidmarked underwear, and Uka Uka pinched his nose at the funky smell.
"Damn," Uka Uka said to himself. "He needs to wipe his ass better."
N. Gin slowly pulled down his underdrawers and revealed his disproportionate ripper roo. His one wumpum fruit hung like a piece of dried raisin, his other one having been lost in the great time lord battle against mr. doctor why bother.
Still watching the robot porn, N. Gin got so worked up he began leaking oil from all of his crevices. Grabbing a glob from his armpit, he then wrapped the hand around his member and began pumping furiously while moaning in beeps and boops.
Uka Uka could not believe what he was witnessing! Slightly aroused but mostly fearful for his tiny life, he cowered and gently stroked his tiny wooden member, trying not to get caught.
Like a church mouse in church before god, he was scared of the fearful wrath, but it felt too good to stop. Forgetting that when horny he loses his feathers, Uka Uka began shedding his reds and greens. On the way down, one tickles his dingle berries and that was the money shot. He let out a small moan and jizzumed.
Hearing a noise, N. Gin stops what he is doing and waddles behind the boxes to see Uka Uka spilling his seed all over the control room, eyed rolled into the back of his head.
"What are you doing here?!" the horny robot yelled.
"Stealing your master plans mofo and getting off too," Uka Uka replied.
N. Gin was so startled he forgot he was horny and his penis inverted, causing him to turtle. The blue balls were so painful it gave Uka Uka the chance to escape.
"Urgh!" N. Gin yelled, knowing that his plans were once again foiled.
Back at the Crash Bandicoot headquarters, Uka Uka is excited to show off the master plan he had stolen from Cortex.
Opening the paper, he was dismayed to realize the plans had juzzum all over them – they were not laminated!
The plan was illegible now, and Uka Uka let out a sigh.
"Guess I'll just have to (cum) back again!" he said.
DA END