THE NEXT DAY
"Hey, Tim. Been a while. A day..I think?"
"Um, yeah. Precisely."
Brian played with the money he pocketed while chatting on the phone.
"Wanna..hang ouuuut?" Brian said.
"After work, are you free? Also, how'd you get my number?" Tim said.
Brian put a finger over his own mouth.
"Secret. I'm free, always."
Just then, marinara hit him in the back of the head with a shovel.
Brian had been knocked out, when he finally awoke he was tied up and in te woman's washroom. His birthplace.
"I'm gonna take one of your testicles..but, oh wait! I already took one!" Marina through a bloody ziploc baggy into the toilet.
Suddenly, pain shot through Brian's body.
He looked down, he was sitting in a puddle of blood.
Rowjob dramatically came out one of the stalls, wrapped toilet paper around her head and gave Brian the death stare.
"Have fun with Tim tonight. I'm sure he won't mind that you have one ball. Seeing as they're both equally just as ugly."
Obama broke down the door, scooped up Brian and ran.
"My hero.." Brian blushed while leaving behind a trail of blood.
