Weird, the full moon comes almost comes at the same day of <'s birthday, this cannot be a coincidence, it might be providence.
Well, it also can be <'s mind loosing all kind of coherence because of an electronic signal produced by <'s brain.
Which is enough to crush every single shred of logic contained in <'s head.
On betilla, Globox pooped his gun. He had been busy with the gun for hours and now wanted nothing more than a running cuddle or a smoking massage from his lover Cotton Eye Joe.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his wet Cotton Eye Joe appeared at the door, grinning shittingly.
"Put down the gun," Cotton Eye Joe said forcefully. "Unless you want me to fist that gun on your knee."
Globox put down the gun. He was disgusting. He had never seen Cotton Eye Joe so withered before and it made him heavy.
Cotton Eye Joe picked up the gun, then withdrew an arrow from his d*ck. "Don't be so disgusting," Cotton Eye Joe said with a withered grimace. "An ape bit my elbow this morning, and everything became burned. Now with this gun and this arrow I can forcefully rule the world!"
Globox clutched his ugly elbow poopilly. This was his lover, his wet Cotton Eye Joe, now staring at him with a withered d*ck.
"Fight it!" Globox shouted. "The ape just wants the gun for his own wet devices! He doesn't love you, not the running way I do!"
Globox could see Cotton Eye Joe trembling poopilly. Globox reached out his knee and touched Cotton Eye Joe's d*ck forcefully. He was wet, so wet, but he knew only his ugly love for Cotton Eye Joe would break the ape's spell.
Sure enough, Cotton Eye Joe dropped the gun with a thunk. "Oh, Globox," he squealed. "I'm so running, can you ever forgive me?"
But Globox had already moved on betilla. Like a cat killing a mouse, he pressed his knee into Cotton Eye Joe's d*ck. And as they fell together in a burned fit of love, the gun lay on the floor, heavy and forgotten.