"How many times must I tell you?" she exclaimed as he appeared coming through the unlocked bedroom window which previously used as a doorway leading to ecstacy.
"We can't do this anymore, Freakazoid," she cried out, "my simple Georgia heart can't take it any longer."
"But my love, you're no longer married to him," he proceeded, "you're life is yours against without the authoritarianist rule of the ever oppressive hierarch Alec Balwin."
"Alec and I a child together," Kim thought aloud. "Never fear my dear for I have already been inside her room tonight and slew her while she slept," he said while creeping toward her like a schizophrenic patient on "Wackos Get Presents" Day down at the psychiatric ward.
"I guess everything has a price," Kim said looking up at a wide eyed Freakzoid. "Well, you wouldn't have been able to sell them for much." Freakazoid said while taking off his signature red leotard. "Now that we have our priorities taken care of I'mma show you why they call me Freakazoid"
He undressed her quickly then grabbed her arms and threw her forcefully onto her 18th century victorian canopy bed. Right as he was about was about to insert his pale throbbing sidekick into her a bolt of electricity arched from the tip of his member. "Damnit Freakazoid!" Kim cried out, "you shocked me on the babymaker!" "Sorry about that" he applogized, "I shuffled my feet while walking over here." Her moans that night were of total liberation and were totally freakalicious.
