Gary finds the meaning of love...in some odd places.
It was a cold moist day in vault 108 on planet Fallout, as it always was in vault 108 because the heater was broken. No Gary could be bothered to fix the contraption.
Gary was enjoying himself a room temperature nuka-cola, some of it was dribbling down his chest. Gary noticed this from the other side of the room saw and felt the most peculiar feeling, thirst. And also thirst, because that was the last Nuka-Cola on planet Fallout? Maybe...I think. Nah, there was more.
Anyways, Gary in his libido fueled madness attacked Gary, ripping his vault-tec brand jumpsuit right off of Gary's toned, manly, delightfully hairy chest.
"Gary?!" Gary Screamed as he tried to buck Gary off of him.
Despite all of Gary's effort, Gary stayed put. Straddling Gary with his many, hairy, toned thighs, that were visible through his torn jump suit. Gary tore off Gary's jump suit with a triumphant cry,
"GARY!"
"Gary?" There was a concerned cry coming from the kitchen. Gary paused his preparations for dinner and made his way to the lounge to investigate the noise.
Gary could not believe his eyes, Gary and Gary were entangled on the love sofa, completely nude. Gary kissed Gary passionately, right before his rockhard man-cannon plunged right into Gary's booty. Gary knew this Ham-Javelin well, for it was his own. Gary cried out in pain and pleasure,
"Gaary~".
Gary stood in the doorway, in awe of the animalistic humping in front of him. Gary could not help but shed his apron and chef's hat. He approached the two Gary's like a child to a bouncy castle, and by that I mean, jump inside and piss and shit all over the place and ruin the fun for everyone. But, that was not the case today in vault 108, on planet Fallout. Gary enjoyed the feeling of poo poo and pee pee flowing down his naked, hairy, Gary.
By this time, everyGary heard the wild love-poundin that was going down in the lounge. One by one, everyGary entered the lounge, +stood in awe for but a would then shed their cocoons like sexual caterpillars named Gary. Before too long, ever Gary was engaged in the massive mastru-orgy the world had ever seen.
The Gary juice was spread all along the vault interior, the smell was horrendous…
The seed that had connected them all, DNA, began to fasten everyGary together. The sound of bones crackling to thousands of tiny bits filled the air. As it became part of the fleshy amoeba. The single-celled creature of flesh, slivered along the ground like that of a lowly serpent. In its collective mind, there was one phrase yelled over and over in agony,
"I have no mouth, and I must scream."
Only one man could stop the Gar-unity, and that man's name was Master Chef.
The End…?