Once upon a time, Brief was in Daten City. It was a magical day, seeing as how yesterday Panty and Stocking liberated his high school from the Queen Bee. It was great not having to carry her bees all the time since he was tired of quoting Nicholas Cage. He shuddered at remembering the bees. "BEEEEEEEEES!" he cried, "NOT THE BEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!" He then slapped himself and went on his merry way to the church to thank the girls for being awesome.

Garterbelt was bored. The bitchy angels weren't doing anything, Stocking was to busy killing her pancreas, and Panty was having sex for the 665th time that day. Garterbelt was reminded of his own condition, his afro nearly on the verge of exploding again. "FUCKING BITCHY ANGELS AND THEIR DFPINJGMR." He said in capslock out of anger. He went down into his secret passage under the altar for his 'play time'. Unfortunately, he forgot to turn the booby traps on. Well, except for one.

CHUCKCHUCKCHUCKCHUCKCHUCK*SPLAT*

Brief entered the church without knocking since the bitchy angels shot/slashed the door down again. "Hello?" His voice echoed around the church even though the church was not built like that. He noticed something was off about the altar, "This usually isn't like this... Usually it's an altar, and not an entrance to a dungeon." He stated so he can subtlely break the fourth wall without anyone realizing it. He entered the dungeon, not realizing it was a sex dungeon.

*DODGE* PHEW *SPLAT*

Brief found a whip and equipped it. He had a thought thinking he was in Castlevania, but quickly dismissed it. He ventured through the halls of the sex dungeon only to find another tool. "A flashlight? Why is it purple?" he pondered why it was purple and ventured through the dungeon.

Garterbelt was almost down tying himself up with various amounts of chains, ropes, and other random things you could tie yourself with. He heard footsteps. Wait... Footsteps? Chuck would have that annoying squeaking sound all the time. Brief entered the room. Oh. This could be awkward.

"Oh hi Garterbelt what's this pla-" He looked at Garterbelt. He was tied up with bondage. "Oh." He said as noticed what this place was. "That still doesn't explain why this flashlight doens't work."

"That's a vibrator." Garterbelt said while chained up to a wall slightly upside down in a nonchalant manner. Brief examined it and accidently pressed the on switch. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ It went as it vibrated on the ground. "Want me to show you how it works?" Garterbelt gave an open invitation.

Brief accepted the invitation. Since Garterbelt was all tied up, he just shoved the vibrator in Garterbelt's rectum like a boss. "ARE YOU STUPID BOY?" Garterbelt cried out, "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO USE LUBE!" Brief reached into Garterbelts afro hammerspace and pulled out miscellaneous objects, one of the objects being a magnum which misfired as it landed on the ground and killed Chuck, again. Brief finally found the lube and applied to Garterbelt's ass. Then he did the unthinkable, he grabbed Garterbelt's leash and shoved his face into his 'shotgun'. "Suck it good, this shotgun is going straight up your ass." Brief said as if he changed his own personality. And by shotgun, I meant penis, but I did not feel like typing penis.

Then they had kinky bondage sex. And Chuck died again. The end. Seriously, the end. WHY THE FUCK DID I WRITE THIS