Chapter 4 written by Sav
ROMATON TOMATON HAD BROKEN IN! AN OLD FRIEND FROM LITTLE DRUNKSVILLE!
"GRAB THE ROPE, QUICK!" Romaton said.
Baller Drugswood latched onto the rope like his life depended on it, his life didnt depend on it, but his cock did.
The IRS, FBI and police were all away, writing documents to justify cock and ball torture so they could proceed with it without public outrage. The torture would begin soon, they had to escape quick.
"EY, THICCETH JOHAN, PULL THE ROPE UP, QUICK!" Romaton Tomaton yelled.
The rope went up and up for approximately 32.43858943464376342572 seconds before it stopped and Romaton and Baller climbed onto the helicopter.
"What.. the fuck... was that.." Baller panted.
"A... rescue mission?" Romaton said, confusedly.
"YOU COULD'VE BEEN CAUGHT! YOU'DVE BEEN SUBJECTED TO COCK AND BALL TORTURE!"
"IT WAS TO SAVE YOUR COCK, ASSHOLE!"
"FUCK YOU MAN DONT DIE LIKE THAT"
"Ladies, ladies, calm down." Thicceth Johan interrupted.
Baller looked angrily at Romaton, but secretly, he was grateful.
They were flying over North Homelesstown, currently unspotted by the government, but there was still questions in the air.
Where would they go now? And how would they evade capture forever?
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The Story of Baller Drugswood
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