Ch. 63 -- Auto Erotic Assimilation

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More assimilated are falling sick. Some are running around, spinning, dancing, before falling over and vomiting. Vehicles crash into one another. Morty, Summer  and I are running  to avoid the chaos and almost get crushed by falling beams.

"Watch out!" We jumped to avoid the crash, slowly getting up to see a pedestrian from before wiping their mouth and looking over at us. His eyes are white now. Does that mean that Unity left his body?

"Unity, what's happening?" Summer asked the man who smiled as he looked over to us.

"Who's Unity?" He asked as he walked over with his phone out, "You kids have nice feet. Mind if I take a picture?"

"Gross!"

"Ew! No!" He took the picture anyway before walking away. Next, we observed that there were individuals near us who were vomiting and their eyes turning different colors, possibly their normal state before Unity took over.

"I think you're getting what you wanted, Summer." I said to her before Morty added.

"Yeah, something's happening to Unity." The crowd then looked over to us in confusion.

"Do all of you remember who you are?" Summer called out to the crowd.

"Yeah, uh... My name is Ron Benson... I'm an electrical engineer, father of two,  and as you can see from my flat, concentric nipple rings..." He then ripped his shirt and exposed his chest, "I'm a member of this planet's top race!" He spoke and was met with enthusiastic applause from one section of the audience.

"Ok, that's... that's good! Uh..."

"Don't focus too much on that last part, but..."  Our conversation was interrupted when someone approached us with a very displeased look on their face.

"I'm Daryl Jefferson, I'm a landscaper. And I'll be DAMNED IF THAT RIPPLE-NIPPLE BITCH'S RACE IS SUPERIOR!! THE CONE-NIPPLE PEOPLE WILL RULE THIS WORLD!!!!"

"You shut you mouth, you DIRTY KNIFE-NIPPLE BASTARDS!!"

"WHAT'D YOU SAY TO ME, YOU TARGET-CHEST PIECE OF SHIT!!!"

"RACE WAAAARR!!!" And right after that, the crowd began to break into a large fight, one side against another. They all wasted no time coming at each other's throats, causing screaming and shattering of glass, and objects being thrown in all directions.

"Why are you fighting?!"

"Can't you see you're all the same?!"

"Oh, sisters, haha... first race war, huh?" Morty said that the conflict was getting worse at a fast pace, eventually leading to riots. Summer and I ducked down as we saw a Molotov being thrown over our heads.

"Way to go, Summer, you started a race war." I said, kneeling down a little.

"I didn't start it! They're the racists! I-I merely empowered them to follow their apparently misguided dreams!"

"Ok, thanks for clarifying. We'll have super accurate headstones now!"  Morty told her before we were eventually confronted by a rioter.

"Hey, wait!" A man ran up and pointed at us with a baseball bat, "What race are you guys?"

"We're neither!" Morty lifted his shirt up to show his chest.

"Yeah, take our word for it. We just have regular nipples." Summer said and hugged herself a little.

"Hey, these three freaks have no race!!"

Morty, Summer, and I ran frantically as a mob of rioters pursued us, eventually trapping us against a wall. The sound of their angry shouts and the chaos around us was overwhelming.

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