Skipper grinned.
"Welcome to my secret chamber, Private," he said, the words dripping out of his mouth like saliva. Additionally, saliva was also running down his mouth. Private shuddered at the grotesque image.
"Sk-skipper, how come I'm here?" Private asked, sounding as if he was practically begging for his life.
It was silent for a moment, and the air grew tense. Skipper then began to laugh hysterically. It was a kind of laugh that made Private feel like he was ready to vomit.
Skipper grinned at Private's defenseless state.
"I'm satisfied… for now…" he whispered, directly into Private's ear.
"Unfortunately, I tend to get bored extremely easily. And right now, I feel totally bored. Do you know how boring it is to be a penguin in a zoo, where all you do is smile and wave? I'm used to fisting people, for crying out loud. I fist them right in the gut, with my thin little penguin flipper. I fist them so hard that they vomit blood. That's the kind of sights that I'm used to seeing," Skipper explained, as if it was the most rational logic in the world.
Private wanted to cry.
"Are… you going to… fist me?" he asked tentatively.
Skipper laughed.
But then, Skipper got bored, and then took a knife and shoved it into Private's throat.
He died immediately.
Suddenly, the tumor that had been growing in Skipper's brain cut off his arteries and then he died as well.
Walking in his black vans and skinny jeans, Rico stumbled upon the site, and he began to become aroused.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," he softly hummed, taking his flipper and putting it inside his very own penguin cloaca. Then, things that are Rated M happened! I'm too lazy to change the rating, so yeah. Did you know penguins don't have penises? They have cloacas.
The End
Or is it?