/This one's a bit longer, because Lucio deserves more than a 134 words long story, ain't he?/

Lucio entered his bathroom and took a shit. He farted a lot, and the shit was coming out very slowly, but at least it didn't splash toilet water on his anus. When the shit was finally out, he wiped his ass and pulled up his pants and went outside.

He walked a bit around his hood and saw some kids playing football. They noticed him and approached him.

"Sir, are you Lucio from Overwatch, the famous black boi that plays music and somehow it heals people?" some kid asked.

"Yup, the same one." Lucio confirmed.

"Is that true that you have 200 HP and a bass gun that deals shit for damage and that you used to throw shits at your opponents but Blizzard changed that?" some other kid asked.

"Yup, yup, and yup." Lucio nodded.

"Can you stop yupping and give me an autograph?" the last kid asked and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket.

"Sure, what's your name?"

"It's Tyrone… wait, why do your hands stink like shit?"

Lucio sniffed his hands up close and failed to keep a straight face.

"Oh my god, I think I didn't wash my hands after I took a shit…" he stated.

"Yuck! You stink like shit, Lucio! I don't want a shitty autograph!"

The kids ran away and Lucio quickly ran home and entered his bathroom.

He applied a lot of liquid soap on his hands and started washing his hands. He rinsed his hands and did it all over again.

"Fuck me, they still smell like shit!" Lucio was close to cutting his fucking hands off, but then he realized…

"I know!" he yelled, "I must wash them one hundred times more and then they will smell fine!"

He washed his hands 100 times more. They indeed didn't smell like shit anymore, but it took him 4 hours to wash them.

And that's why kids, you should always wash your hands right after you take a shit, otherwise the shit on your hands will become all dry and very difficult to wash.

Lucio smiled with a relief, and to celebrate his victory over his shitty hands, he went to his room, turned on his computer, opened up a browser, enabled private mode, unzipped his pants, pulled out his ding-dong, searched for Zone Toons Hentai Tentacle Porn, found a cool flash game, and fapped, fapped, fapped, fapped and fapped, until white, sticky liquid shoot out and covered everything around.