Giant Baby Iceskates For Sale: Never Shredded
"If god wanted your fist lubricated, he would have spit on it," May says to Belladonna, who was not there, but her fist was present in some form of rubber or silicon capacity. She had hotglued it to a toy firetruck, and it was anyone's guess on which part she'd try to stick inside Ash tonight. Because, as you *May* know, May does butt stuff, unlike that bitch Misty.
"We really are the only cannon ship," Ash says, inhaling no insignificant amount of poppers. One sniff for Ash's Head, one sniff for Ash's Ass. He loosens both.
May pretends not to notice. "I hope you're hungry, because so many things are going inside your butt."
La Belle Province didn't have a single's bathroom, but she made do with a some rebar and bits of what was left of the trashcan. The frantic shaking and knocking at the door only added to the experience and heightened the already palpable anxiety Ash reckoned with as his quivering begloved hand tried to hold the poppers he was huffing steady.
The manager would eventually bring the fireaxe, as was his MO in these types of situations. Ash has had to pay for three doors; two bathroom doors, and one broom closet door. You'd think they would be barred from re-entry at this point but La Belle Province, as an eatery, was as filthy and desperate for patronage as Ash was here on his knees and elbows waiting for sweet release in a puddle of some stranger's urine.
"Remember, tomorrow is Mayday," May says.
Ash sniffs the poppers again. "When's it gonna be Ashday?"
"In the fallout of nuclear war, you wanton hole with an unfortunate amount of sentience. In the fallout of nuclear war. Now gimme those poppers."
And as the camera pans out through the walls and outside the restaurant and onto the snowing streets, carolers down the street sing The First Noelle, and everything is right with the world until tomorrow where May gets eaten by a bear and Ash gets brutally murdered. And me? Well, what do I know. I'm just the family Pikachu.