> ANSWER PHONE"Yo!" The manager of the Roboloveual Wrangler says over the phone. "Is that you over there on the golf cart being shot at by a bunch of other guys on golf carts?"> MASTURBATEOf course.
You start masturbating and climaxing loudly. "O-Okay... What the forget? I'll take that as a yes." The manager replies. "Hold on! We're coming to help!"
Half a dozen bullets strike the golf cart, narrowly missing you.> SHOVE PHONE UP ASSJesus.
You shove the phone up your ass. It gets stuck in there.
You hear the crack of a sniper's bullet whizzing by, followed by someone screaming. Seems like the sniper accidentally shot his friends instead.> FORCE THE PHONE OUT OF YOUR STOMACHSomewhere, a neckbeard is masturbating to this.
You reach into your own ass, grab the phone, shove it in deeper, and try to shove it out your stomach. You completely fail to do so, because your arms aren't that long. And the phone isn't sharp enough for that.
A bullet strikes one of the wheels of the golf cart, popping it loudly.> VOMIT THE PHONE INSTEADYou vomit out the phone onto the hood of the golf cart.
Another bullet strikes a golf cart wheel. Another wheel pops.> EAT THE PHONE WITH MOUTHI'm seriously starting to ask questions here.
You shove the phone into your mouth and immediately vomit it out again because of the terrible taste.> START AN INFINITE CYCLE OF ASS EATING AND VOMITING AND MOUTH EATINGJesus loving Christ.
You constantly shove the phone up your ass, vomit it out, shove it back into your mouth, vomit again, and shove it up your ass again. While still being shot at.
As you continue doing this, you witness your unarmed companions sneaking up behind an isolated golf cart, grabbing the occupants, choking them into unconsciousness, stealing their suppressed pistols, and ambushing the enemies from behind, killing the ones in the back first so that their comrades fail to notice. Your companion with the red cap walks up to you.
"That just ain't right! We're off to go get Jimmy, and then we're getting the hell out of here. Let's go."> _
Your inventory contains a silver, expandable entrepreneur staff, phone, hammer, some string, a magnet, a magazine called The Manly Man's Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse, a movie poster for BRUTALITY, an article about Protagonist Syndrome, a wallet with several hundred dollars, a manual for building a flare minigun, a rubber ducky, a gas mask, and a nuclear authentication disk.
You are wearing civilian clothes and a Rolex watch.
You are healthy. Everything is wet and cold from the heavy rain. You've got a cold.
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