Vincent hopped out of bed and tied his sweaty golden locks into a manbun revealing a snowstorm of dandruff falling ever so elegantly to the floor as treacle caught as many flakes on her tongue possible as if they were snowflakes on a chilly winter day, he catwalked toward his door and opened it as if hed never done so before smacking himself directly into the door he winced in pain as the ghost of michael jackson appeared to help him up "Hee Hee" he squeaked, "vinny woo woo we need you on the battlefield, eat the poo of the chosen pussy and arrive to these exact coordinates." as the words were said vincent understood more and more. Michael jackson said the magic word "Shamona" and disappeared. Vincent jumped up and ran to get laxatives for treacle, the chosen pussy. Vincent fed treacle the whole bottle of laxatives and treacle shat so hard her bumhole prolapsed, Vincent collected some of the gooey liquid brown and placed it onto his ice cream sundae and gobbled it up, His eyes lit up and started glowing bright blue, he knew what he needed to do and how to do it.....
To be continued
