Arnold Betrays Iggy: Addendum, by Dickfart
"You next," said Arnold, holding up two pairs of bunny pajamas.
"But Arnold, come on. Can't we just let bygones be bygones?" said Sid, trying to be slick. Arnold shoved the pajamas underneath that shitty pencil dick he calls a nose.
"You'll do it," said Arnold. "I'll be watching until you do. I'll be watching while you sleep. I'll be watching you when you eat. I'll be watching you while you masturbate. And it'll drive you nuts, having eyes on you constantly. Only then can you understand."
"What's masturbates?" said Sid.
"I don't know wut u said, Ahrnald, but I sure do love lemon puddin'," said Stinky.
And it was like that for ten long years. Arnold watched them constantly. He had cameras and microphones planted inside of them, and witnessed their every move: when they ate, slape, and masturblate. He watched, and he commented, right into their peanut brains. He made them listen to him and Helga having loud fucking sex, and his grandfather would be like "you da man, shortman!" and his grandmother shouting "feast on the forbidden fruit, Kimba. YEE HAW!" from a distance, every fucking time. They also had to listen to him having all this amazing, glorious sex, and then have him turn around and tell them that they sucked at masturbating, the only thing on this earth men are guaranteed good at.
Also, whenever Sid and Stinky outgrew their first pair of bunny pajamas, Arnold was right there with new ones. How he had their measurements might have disturbed Sid and Stinky if they weren't shitty little redneck fucktards.
When they turned nineteen, Sid and Stinky decided it was time to take their life back. They suited up in bunny pajamas, and carved out dick holes so they could fuck in the streets.
"Lemon puddin' for my puddin'" said Stinky, lubing Sid's ass with lemon puddin'.
"Arnold can't humiliate us, when we have absolutely nothing else to be ashamed of," said Sid, and he was right. Nothing was more damaging to a heterosexual male's image than either being called gay, or girly. Sid and Stinky would engage in both, and give Arnold absolutely nothing to work with.
Stinky made Sid is cum and lemon puddin' dumpster in the middle of the road that afternoon, but no one warned them that Arnold's billion year old and menacingly senile grandma was driving a bus that afternoon. She ran them over mid-deed, as well as fifty or so people in their audience. She flattened them like a pancake. A lemon puddin' pancake. Just ignore the bones. They won't do you no harm.
Then Iggy came in and said, "there, Sid and Stinky finally suffered for their discretion. Can I come back on the show now?"
But no one cares anymore, so he turns black and white and blows away like a tumblrweed.
The End