"I've got a better idea. How 'bout you eat shit. I won't wish for you to die - at least not yet - ha!" This statement finally got to Jeff. He began apologizing profusely and explaining that he said that stuff because he was scared and in shock. I kind of felt sorry for him, but I am a big prick. I don't mind people calling me gay, but "fag" pisses me off.
I held the squirming little six inch man by his feet. Moving him over the gaping hole, tiny Jeff really pleaded to be let go. I held him up by my face and licked at the sweat dripping from him. Before giving him another chance to cry or beg, I let him go right in the center of the hole. He screamed and grabbed out to stop his fall. I just laughed my head off. He was too far from the edges to catch on.
SPPPLLAASSSHH!
This outhouse smelled rancid. I'm guessing that the polluted water was thick and nasty.
I could just leave him for a while to stew in the putrid sludge. Or... I could make him even more miserable.
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