……A 99 Part Series

Part 1: Obtaining The Serum

-Feces pl.n. (used with a sing. or pl. verb) Waste matter eliminated from the bowels; excrement.

-Nar·co·lep·sy \ˈnär-kə-ˌlep-sē\ n.   A condition characterized by brief attacks of deep sleep often occurring with cataplexy and hypnagogic hallucinations

The small man walked into the local Dunkin’ Donuts during the morning rush hour time, anxiously.  He knew that The State does not look kindly upon tardiness, and judging by the way the line was forming right out the door, he was definitely going to be late.  He would surely be reprimanded by his superiors, laughed at by his peers, and undermined by his subordinates.  The repercussions that would be dealt upon him due to this predicament would affect his financial life, his home life, and his sex life.  You see, being late to his Job at The State would cost him dearly.  He might get a poor review by his Boss, which ultimately may stall any pay advancements and might possibly result in a pay cut.  He would not have enough money to feed his money grubbing cunt of a wifes thirst for all things material, and therefore she will ultimately refuse to spread her sweaty fat thighs for him.  All that he ever wanted to do since the age of 10 was to dump loads into females.  That’s all, just to fuck the living shit out of anything with a vaginal gash.  Two tit’s, a hole, and a heartbeat, as the saying goes.  But as he stands in line with everyone else, watching the seconds tick away, he is also watching his erection go away.  And the line isn’t moving too fast, either.  There are people at the front of the line that are holding things up.  Why are these assholes fucking jerking around up there, the little man thinks to himself.  Oh god, a fat woman who is at the checkout counter is asking for separate receipts for about 10 different orders of coffee and donuts.  What a dumb bitch!!!!  This fucking fat retard whore must have been nominated by her coworkers to get their morning fix. Ohh no, someone in line just farted, and it is DEEEEP.  I think it’s this guy in front of me on his cell phone.  I know it’s him, because it just hit me in the face like a ton of bricks.  This fucker is pretending it wasn’t him, and all of these fake insecure faggots in line are pretending not to smell it……….but I know they are taking it in.  I know it, and I love it.

Why would the small man endure such torture?  What on this good Earth could be worth this wait?  The Serum, the Shit Serum to be exact.

……to be continued………