aidan leaned his forehead against the shelf of baby food in cvs. as he did, a small jar of applesauce toppled off of the shelf and onto the greying carpet of the convenience store. Aidan bent to pick of the container and it squealed; "oh my! Nigger!" said the applesauce. Aidan then stroked its smooth, glass edge, taking an iota of carpet fuzz with the fondle. "hush now, it's ok." Aidan slowly tore off the seal of the tiny decanter. With prowess, he unscrewed the lid of the applesauce. In one swift motion, he slowly trailed his finger along the rim of the opening. Then, without warning, he plunged his finger into the lukewarm, saucy liquid. The applesauce screamed in relish. Then, a cvs employee, waltzed by holding a singular dill pickle in a pouch. Aidan gasped, "Zoinks, Scoob!' the pickles blushed. "Grr *growls in protection*" The pickle turned and pressed its face to the side of its encasing. In return, aidan stood facing the shelf and sniffed the many applesauce in a straight line on the shelf. The pickle frowned and went erect. It jerked out of the employee's hand and rolled to aidan's side where it nudged his toe. "Mmm" aidan murmured, "now what ever will i do with you? You little bitch." aidan snatched up the crunchy, phallic-shaped, oblong rod. In one swift motion he tore off the wrapping and rubbed it along the outer edge of the applesauce ontaine. The helpless worker could only watch as all of this was captured on camera. Meanwhile, the people in the back room watching the security cams could indeed hear the pickle and the applesauce screeching in delight. The worker began to walk away but aidan stopped him quickly. "Hey, you! The down-syndrome lookin ass." the employee turned, because he knew who aidan was talking to. Him. Aidan meant him. Damn it, thought Greggg, the employee. Of course he's talking to me, i'm hideous. Aidan sighed, and reached out to take Greggg's hand. He held it there, in his hand. Him and greggg looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with lust. Then greggg leaned in and touch the pp. And by pp i mean pickle. The pickle had managed to wiggle sensually out of the applesauce and fling itself into greggg's front pocket. it jerked around, causing greggg to reach down and pull the pickle out of his pants. Only it wasn't the pickle, it was another long, hard rod. Instead of being wet and bumpy like the pickle. It was rashy and flecked with small raised spots. Herpes! Thought aidan. He immediately pulled away from greg and scooped up the applesauce. Greggg looked at aidan scornfully. The cvs security workers were simply watching in awe. "What are you doing you little shit. I wasn't finished" greggg demanded. "N-nani? i see you have the herps disease there. It is just that i do not wish to contract not one single herp from you today. Can you really blame me, greggg? I am happy here with my applesauce and my pickle. Come pickle" the pickle lept from greggg's pocket and into aidan's hand "princess!" greggg exclaimed, "how do you know my name?" "you fool, it says so on your nametag. You truly have the lowest of all the syndromes" greggg sobbed. "YOU KNOW! YES! YES! HORROR OF HORRORS!" greggg turned, "i shall leave now" "yes," aidan chuckled. "You shall." and with that greggg turned and strolled past the terrified but aroused customers, diseased pp in hand. The end.