If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from
the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal
likewise with their fellow men.
Saint Francis of Assisi
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in Townsville that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. Meanwhile in an alley close to where our first scene happened, the RowdyRuff Boys now in their teenage years are busy raping the Talking Dog.
"Avast, ye foul ruffians! For my rectum is verily
sore." - said the poor creature whilst suffering under Butch's
libidinous thrusts.
"Puppyrape! Puppyrape!" - Replied
the boy.
The other miscreants just watched the terrible action and laughed and screamed displaying their pleasure, their dark hearts and their pants that felt tighter and tighter. For them it was alright. Little they knew that the lair of Him was located at that same alley.
"Ooohh Mister Quackers. I want to watch some
TV but I can't due to all the noise caused by THESE PERVERTED
BOYS!!"
"..."
"What? Do you have a
suggestion for me?"
"..."
"Yes, I have one
of those."
"..."
"Thats a lovely idea, my
dear duckie. Tonight the Rowdyruff Boys WILL PAY FOR GETTING IN MY
WAY!!"
I'll put the next chapter up later guys! Comment plz!
