Got the elimidate notion from my friend Cori. Thanx Cori.
"GET UP, YOU LAZY BUM!" the Atrox bellowed in Stanton's ear. The man groaned and gave his teddy a squeeze.
"Just a few more minutes…"
"NO!" The Atrox growled and hit Stanton upside the head with the teddy. "All you ever do is sleep, eat taffy apples, and molest under-aged girls in graveyards! It's time you went out and got a real job!"
Stanton pouted. He liked taffy apples and under-aged chicks in graveyards…
"GO!"
"But-"
"NOW!"
"Aw maaan…" Stanton crawled out of the bed and made a mad dash for the showers.
Stanton sighed as the hot water ran over his back and continued to brood over his argument with the Atrox. "It's not like I don't do everything around here! I only turned Cassandra to the Atrox!"
"Stanton" Tymmie frowned, scrubbing at Stanton's back. "That was five years ago. And the Atrox loathes her, remember?"
"Did I ask for your opinion, slave?" Stanton glared down at him. "SCRUB HARDER!"
"Yessir!" Tymmie increased his speed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh". Stanton gave an orgasmic moan. "That's the spot".
"What are you two doing?" A deep, ominous voice of doom invaded the room.
Stanton immediately shoved Tymmie into the shower head and smiled widely at his master. "N- nothing, my lord. We were just… we were just…"
"Chillin". Tymmie offered.
"Yeah…" Stanton shot Tymmie a murderous look.
"Did you have to do it together?" the Atrox inquired.
Stanton's cheeks turned a bright red. "Just because I shower with a few guys automatically makes me GAY?"
"… I didn't say that".
"Oh…" Stanton shuffled his feet nervously.
"You two weren't…" The Atrox gagged at the thought. "Scrubbing each others backs, were you?"
"No!" Stanton gulped. "How could you think such a thing? Tymmie?"
"Yep…… nope".
The Atrox eyed them both suspiciously before exiting the room, all while muttering something about sweet death and suicide.
Tymmie tossed his sponge up and down. "Well, that was close". He pulled something brown and sweet from his towel. "Taffy Apple?"
"Don't mind if I do". Stanton took it and blasted Tymmie into a wall, knocking him unconscious. He smiled and opened his mouth when he found that it was missing the peanuts. Dammit… Falling to his knees, he opened the man's towel and raided it. He still couldn't find a thing. Maybe if he just leaned in closer…
"One more thing…" A familiar voice of doom roared.
"Oh no…"
Stanton swallowed hard and looked up to see a surprised Atrox towering over them. To make things worse, Tymmie uttered a low moan. Stanton shoved a bar of dove soap in his mouth.
"WHAT IS THIS?"
"It's-" Stanton stuttered. "It's not what you think! I- I was just looking for nuts!"
"WHAT?"
"N- No! I meant-" He groaned as the walls began to tremble. There was no escaping now…
Stanton hopped into the apartment he shared with Karyl, Kellye, Cassandra and the rest of the Hollywood followers. Karyl gasped when he spotted him and held up a gun.
"Karyl" Stanton hopped to the right, his crutches wobbling. "It's me".
Karyl lowered the gun, his eyes still wary. "Stanton? What the hell happened to you?"
Stanton grimaced. "You want the long version or the short one?"
"So" Karyl frowned. "The Atrox thinks you're a good for nothing, gluttonous, cradle robber who will never amount to anything".
Stanton nodded. "Basically."
"And a homosexual".
"But I'm not!" Stanton brought his fist down on the arm of his couch and moaned in pain.
"Yeah. Right". Karyl rolled his eyes. "What about that time-"
Stanton shot him a death glare. "You will never speak of that again".
Karyl shrugged. "Fine"
"Fine"
"…"
"… Betta had".
"…"
"I was drunk".
"Whatever".
"I didn't mean to"
"Don't".
"K…"
"… The cuffs were a nice touch"
"Yeah…"
Suddenly 'Elimidate' flashed on the television screen followed by a series of different big breasted bimbos. They all giggled, fought, and made out with the main guy. Sometimes with each other. At the end of the commercial, Karyl's eyes were glowing mischievously. He gave a sideway glance at Stanton. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Stanton smirked at the image of the hot Elimidate guy. "Probably not".
"You should go to Elimidate"
Stanton sighed. "Karyl, you know how I feel about the female population".
"But the Atrox doesn't know that!" Karyl jumped up. "If you go to Elimidate, you'll have new victims, popularity, and the Atrox'll think you're straight again!"
"I AM STRAIGHT!" SO I DON'T LIKE MOST WOMEN AND SLEPT WITH A FEW GUYS! DOES THAT MAKE ME ANY LESS OF A MAN? DOES IT?"
"Do you really want me to answer that question?"
Stanton's bottom lip quivered. "Go away! Pack my things for tomorrow morning!" He looked up, determination accompanying the tears in his eyes. "I'm going to Elimidate".
I already wrote the next chappy but I dunno if Ill be typing it up tonight. Definitely tommorrow though.