Moxie rolled the canister of condensed crap stench around in her hands, but she just couldn't bring herself to really throw the thing. She thought that the whole idea of making her own fart grenade just to throw it at some random fuckhead was a real waste. If anything, this grenade should be jammed right down Braun's fat face so her stomach can be filled to bursting with Moxie's ass gas. In fact, that's exactly what she was gonna do!
She pocketed the grenade to use it later. The pig driving her noticed and had to ask,
"Hey boss, ain'tcha gonna throw it?"
"Not yet, mook. I'm saving it for someone special..." Moxie sneered.
This seemed to amuse the pig quite a bit, given how they laughed.
The crew rolled down the highway keeping relatively quiet after their havoc wreaking spree. There was a bit of traffic on the way, so by the time they reached Braun's fortress the sun was down and, surprisingly enough, the castle's lights were out! Yep, every guard and grunt was gone, and her little nazi fortress was a complete ghost town. Moxie pounded her fist in frustration.
"Where the fuck is that fatass?" She screamed.
The pig raised her hand, "Hey boss? I was thinkin', maybe Braun's taking your little slut out for a time on the town, y'know to show her off. You think there's any place that she might go?"
A little lightbulb went off in Moxie's head. She knew exactly where Braun went...
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