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"Hey, Gurmps, hows your nipples?" Bin whined as he rode in the Rustbucket which is the RV they all travel around in the OS.
Grampa Max slapped Ben for acting the fool. Ben teared up and tenderly rubbed the fat man's hand print that now marred his flawless prepubescent boy face.
"They're fine, Ben," said Gramps with his most serious expression. "How's that pencil dick of yours?"
Ben became offended. He decided to take out his unruly male temper on Gwen. "Hey, Gwen, how's the smashing the patriarchy coming?"
Gwen fumed because she knew it was a futile concept. The pastriarchy had been around for well over 3,000 years and was not going anywhere.
Grandpa Max jammed on the brake when he saw a handsome hitcher along the side of the road. The door opened. The mysterious stranger came inside.
"Boy, that ass brings back memories," Grandpa Max said fondly.
Ben pretended not to hear. He gasped upon noticing the man. "What the shit? Doctor Animo!"
"I broke out of prison on a mutant rat, but it died from latent poisoning. I sobbed for thirteen hours. I'm better now," said Doctor Animo. "Or I would have been, if your fatass Gramps hadn't stopped to let me in. I mistook you for innocent out of state tourists, ripe for hijacking." He jabbed a finger in Grampa Max's face. "We are so totally OVER. Get that, you potential rapist?"
"No," Max said smoothly as chocolate silk pie. He smiled. He stuck out his tongue and ran it along his bottom lip. He groaned wantonly as his eyes fell to Doctor Animo's concealed buns.
Gwen threw up her hands, grunting loud enough for everyone to hear. "Trying to do IMPORTANT SOCIAL JUSTICE here!"
Ben snorted. "Sure you are. More like posting Supernatural Teen Woof porn. Social Justice Weeaboo." He snickered with smug delight.
"SHUT UP!" Gwen cried. She slammed down the lid of her laptop and hugged it to her chest. "Out of my way, I've got PMS!"
She ran past Doctor Animo. She knocked him down in passing.
"Fuck this inane drivel. I'll go back to prison," Doctor Animo yelled.
"If I was remotely in character, I'd be kicking your ass all the way back there," Ben grumbled. He got up. "Well, guess I'll go make out with Gwen instead of playing video games or perhaps getting into various comical mischief, as boys my age tend to."
"No worries, Ben. I'll drive him back to jail," Grandpa Max said. He grabbed the two kids and threw them out of the RV.
"Hey!" they both yelled.
Grandpa Max took out his wallet. He pulled out a wad of cash and threw it at them. "You kids go to a movie or something. I'll be back in an hour. Maybe two. Or three. Better make it seven, just to be safe."
Doctor Animo shook his head furiously, his eyes large with fear. "No, no! Don't leave him alone with me!"
The RV drove off before Ben and Gwen could do or say anything else.
The rest of the story is up to your imagination. Wink!
We're all going to go ahead and assume it involved rape and violent degradation passed off as consensual sex, peppered with ceaseless melodramatic crying and blushing in silly print underwear to further that wacky humiliation fetish.
The End