you decide its a good idea to start erp'ing like you do when you're at home alone on the internet, since nobody is around but the queer. except it isnt an erp cause its real life you sick forget.
first thing you do is imagine sweet, sticky donuts surrounding your richard, the warm frosting enveloping your lower member and caressing it gently but firmly, squeezing you without being too tight. you almost groan in ecstacy at the thought, and you instantly get an incredible boner thats clearly visible through your pants.
the queer dude looks at you like hes wondering what in the flying forget you're doing
you grab a pipe bomb and turn him over. before he can say anything you're grabbing at his pants, trying to get his richard out. he yells what the forget and tries to roll away and stop you but nothing can get in the way of you and your carnal desires now.
you decide to try some bdsm play and put a handcuff around his richard. unfortunately its not erect (maybe he isnt a queer??) and the handcuff is unable to stay on, but its the attempt that counts
you then shed your own drawers and start inserting the bomb up your ass, in full view of the cigarette. his face turns into a face of pure horror before turning away.
you get it up maybe 2 inches when you're suddenly shot in the chest. you fall over too quick to see who, and your vison goes blurry. you lie there, bleeding out and dying as you hear someone come closer.
he (she??) takes the handcuff keys from you and unlocks the queer dude, and you hear him go "jesus christ i dont know how the forget this cop id'd me, thank god you were close."
the bomb dude turns to you. "yo what the forget was that stuff?! i didnt realize you were such a sick forget, or else i would have shot you earlier, christ."
the two leave you and it takes another 5 minutes before you die from blood loss, despite the bagel man coming out to check on you.
