the door opened revealing your anthrospaniel friend, Mike. Of course, you were too drunk with lust and testicular sex to care.
"Hey Rocky where'd you leave the--WHAT THE HELL?!!?" shouted Mike, grabbing his head.
"MIKE!!" you shout out.
Cassie was so startled by Mike's appearance she gasps in a surprised tone and falls backwards, yanking your penis extremely hard and ripping off some of the pubes. You scream and fall to the floor, whining and panting with pain.
"What the hell are you doing Mike?!" you shout out.
"I was just wondering where you put the car keys. ...What were you two doing?"
"What did it look like Mike?!" asked Cassie.
Mike scratched his head. "Well um, it looked like you were um...like you had your hand in his pants--"
"That's because I had my hand in his pants retard!!"
"Jesus Christ Mike, I told you to knock before you enter from now on, remember?!" you ask, recovering from your genital pain.
"I'm sorry, alright? Can you just tell me where the damn keys are?"
You sigh heavily and shut your eyes. "Go look in my room."
"Thanks dude."
Mike walked away and entered your room, leaving you and Cassie depressed and no longer in a sexual mood.
"Fun's over." said Cassie.
"I don't think so! I'm pretty sure Mike wouldn't like it if we made him smell our feet...after we shrank him!"
"You wanna know what'd be better? If we got Rexar to come over." suggested Cassie.
You scratch your head and ponder for a moment. Either you, Cassie, and Rexar can torture Mike, or you and Cassie could torture Mike yourselves...while he's two inches tall. It didn't really matter which one you picked; Mike had to pay!
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