p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Quinn set up the new film and returned to his seat. The images were mostly dark and blurry at first. Then numbers /'Well, this ain't shit,' Quinn sighed, but he had already relighted his pipe and decided to stay where he was. Eventually an image of a man in a strange uniform appeared. From all the films he had seen, Quinn surmised that it was an army uniform of some sort. 'Well hello there handsome devil,' Quinn grinned, 'I take it you're John. Hmmm…' br /The man in the uniform was in a house somewhere. A bedroom... His own? Quinn's interest peaked when he saw that the man was not alone. A buxom beauty appeared. 'WOAH!' Quinn cackled. Memories of Lydia quickly faded, 'And you must be Helen. John, you lucky man.'/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The man in the weird uniform started to undress the women. Her breasts were exposed. Quinn sprung forward for a close up. His mouth was fully open. His hand instinctively went to his belt buckle. Then he paused. He snarled, 'Must the gods punish me so?' Due to the tumor and medication, Quinn was no longer able to pleasure himself. He swayed slightly at the edge of the chair, then sat back in defeat. At least he could watch the nice view. He looked at the ceiling and yelled, 'You bastards betta not take ma sight. Ya'll hear me?!'/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Quinn relaxed again. He drew once again from his pipe. Just when the film was getting to the good part, there was a change. It got muddy again. Quinn wasn't sure if the film was over, but he waited. John appeared again. He was not in the uniform, but a less than appealing bagged jumper. 'The hell happened to you John?' This time there was a different woman in his bedroom. 'Who is this scrawy creature? Where's the other woman?' br /The new version of John began to undress the new woman. Quinn groaned. 'Aww no no no! I don't want to see that. Ugh!' He contemplated changing the film. However, he was lonely and decided to continue to watch. The woman's skirt fell to the floor. Quinn covered his eyes. He slowly peeped through his fingers. It wasn't so bad. It was a woman after all. Alt-John undid his own belt. Quinn was interested /Alas, his joy did not last. A new figure emerged. A red figure. 'What?' Quinn's eyes were wide open. 'How? This is black and white? Waiiiiitttt…' The figure was not part of the film. It moved towards him. br /'Enjoying yourself?' the red figure mocked. br /'RYDER! You bastard! Have you no decency! Even in death you ruin my afternoons! Get out of the way!' br /'I don't think so… Who is she?'br /'What? I don't know. The label is worn.'br /'No her,' Ghost Ryder pointed to a woman who appeared by the cabinet. br /'Dafuq are you?' Quinn stood up, 'Wait…'br /'Where am I?' the woman asked. She was bleeding and in /'You're the scrawy one? How? How did you hurt yourself?' Quinn clutched his head, 'Ohhhh… I don't feel so good.'br /'Lol,' Ryder /'Who are you?' the woman /'You're in my bunker. So answer me sweety. Who are you?' Quinn /'My name is Juliana.'/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The man in the weird uniform started to undress the women. Her breasts were exposed. Quinn sprung forward for a close up. His mouth was fully open. His hand instinctively went to his belt buckle. Then he paused. He snarled, 'Must the gods punish me so?' Due to the tumor and medication, Quinn was no longer able to pleasure himself. He swayed slightly at the edge of the chair, then sat back in defeat. At least he could watch the nice view. He looked at the ceiling and yelled, 'You bastards betta not take ma sight. Ya'll hear me?!'/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Quinn relaxed again. He drew once again from his pipe. Just when the film was getting to the good part, there was a change. It got muddy again. Quinn wasn't sure if the film was over, but he waited. John appeared again. He was not in the uniform, but a less than appealing bagged jumper. 'The hell happened to you John?' This time there was a different woman in his bedroom. 'Who is this scrawy creature? Where's the other woman?' br /The new version of John began to undress the new woman. Quinn groaned. 'Aww no no no! I don't want to see that. Ugh!' He contemplated changing the film. However, he was lonely and decided to continue to watch. The woman's skirt fell to the floor. Quinn covered his eyes. He slowly peeped through his fingers. It wasn't so bad. It was a woman after all. Alt-John undid his own belt. Quinn was interested /Alas, his joy did not last. A new figure emerged. A red figure. 'What?' Quinn's eyes were wide open. 'How? This is black and white? Waiiiiitttt…' The figure was not part of the film. It moved towards him. br /'Enjoying yourself?' the red figure mocked. br /'RYDER! You bastard! Have you no decency! Even in death you ruin my afternoons! Get out of the way!' br /'I don't think so… Who is she?'br /'What? I don't know. The label is worn.'br /'No her,' Ghost Ryder pointed to a woman who appeared by the cabinet. br /'Dafuq are you?' Quinn stood up, 'Wait…'br /'Where am I?' the woman asked. She was bleeding and in /'You're the scrawy one? How? How did you hurt yourself?' Quinn clutched his head, 'Ohhhh… I don't feel so good.'br /'Lol,' Ryder /'Who are you?' the woman /'You're in my bunker. So answer me sweety. Who are you?' Quinn /'My name is Juliana.'/p