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Aug 31, 2008, 12:12 AM
Serotonin Nightmares
(c)2008 Nathan Coors
Chapter 1
"Meowww!" Charlie's hamster let loose one of her trademark animal sounds. "Mooo!" Charlie giggled, enjoying the simplicity of the animal's mind. Charlie began to stroke his pet, enjoying the excited sounds that came forth from the small, furry creature's throat. "Oo-ah-ee-oh-oo!" Charlie kept stroking it, faster and faster until the inevitable happened. "OinkquackmoobaaHONK!" Charlie's hamster ran down the full length of the leg of his pants, messing them up a bit.
Charlie turned his attention to the television. "All right, gangsters! Tango alpha tango alpha squadron!" It appeared a lieutenant was giving an order to all those lower in rank than him. One such lad happen to pipe up. "Sir, my name is Private Poindexter! With all due respect, Lieutatit Larry, sir! I mean Lieutenant Laurence. I mean, sir, I uh, don't uh, think uh, this um, is exactly the proper time to, uh, be making hidden sexual remarks, like that uh you just made." The lieutenant appeared very angry. "PRIVATE PARTS, WHAT IN GOD'S HOLY MOTHER'S NAME DID YOU JUST SAY?" "Private Parts," having just aquired a new nickname, took on the general attitude of a young schoolgirl who had just seen a large spider. "Nothing, Lieutenant Larry, sir. I said you're amazing sir. Wish I could get my boots to shine like yours! You're the man, sir!" The lieutenant now appeared to be in some berserk state of mind. You could almost see the steam coming out of his nose. He also looked very red, and some might have swore that they saw a large ring pierced through his nose. "In this squadron, Private Parts, we all have shoes EQUAL in shininess. Leave the gangster army and never come back! Trust me, no one's ever going to come looking for you. I'd rather shoot you than any terrorist, Iraqi, or goat!" Private Parts put his head down. He then put his head up high. Ridicuously high. The stiffness of his neck was fairly impressive as well. Any normal girl would have been instantly smitten. You could see he was going to survive in the desert by himself. And this was the plotline of the first episode in the newest season of the program. Charlie laughed, enjoying the sophisticated humor of his favorite program, Alpaline Army Gangsters.
(c)2008 Nathan Coors
Chapter 1
"Meowww!" Charlie's hamster let loose one of her trademark animal sounds. "Mooo!" Charlie giggled, enjoying the simplicity of the animal's mind. Charlie began to stroke his pet, enjoying the excited sounds that came forth from the small, furry creature's throat. "Oo-ah-ee-oh-oo!" Charlie kept stroking it, faster and faster until the inevitable happened. "OinkquackmoobaaHONK!" Charlie's hamster ran down the full length of the leg of his pants, messing them up a bit.
Charlie turned his attention to the television. "All right, gangsters! Tango alpha tango alpha squadron!" It appeared a lieutenant was giving an order to all those lower in rank than him. One such lad happen to pipe up. "Sir, my name is Private Poindexter! With all due respect, Lieutatit Larry, sir! I mean Lieutenant Laurence. I mean, sir, I uh, don't uh, think uh, this um, is exactly the proper time to, uh, be making hidden sexual remarks, like that uh you just made." The lieutenant appeared very angry. "PRIVATE PARTS, WHAT IN GOD'S HOLY MOTHER'S NAME DID YOU JUST SAY?" "Private Parts," having just aquired a new nickname, took on the general attitude of a young schoolgirl who had just seen a large spider. "Nothing, Lieutenant Larry, sir. I said you're amazing sir. Wish I could get my boots to shine like yours! You're the man, sir!" The lieutenant now appeared to be in some berserk state of mind. You could almost see the steam coming out of his nose. He also looked very red, and some might have swore that they saw a large ring pierced through his nose. "In this squadron, Private Parts, we all have shoes EQUAL in shininess. Leave the gangster army and never come back! Trust me, no one's ever going to come looking for you. I'd rather shoot you than any terrorist, Iraqi, or goat!" Private Parts put his head down. He then put his head up high. Ridicuously high. The stiffness of his neck was fairly impressive as well. Any normal girl would have been instantly smitten. You could see he was going to survive in the desert by himself. And this was the plotline of the first episode in the newest season of the program. Charlie laughed, enjoying the sophisticated humor of his favorite program, Alpaline Army Gangsters.