This little diddy is about how Ms. Howze, the eater of worlds, came to be. So sit back, get some popcorn, soda pop, or a big glass of sperm, and listen up!
This story is suppose to lead up to the events of another story, "How I met your Ms. Howze,"...
Ms. Howze grabbed the Kevlar vest and strapped it over her, although her large stomach made it difficult for it to completely fit around her. "Well, oh dear." She yelped, "What am I ganna do!" Ms. Howze was preparing for this for a long time, she made many connections, and has done numerous sexual favors to get where she is at this moment. All was well in her world. She had accumulated a massive occult following, with a crew of 3. There was Ms. Howze, the brains and the penis of the operation, she was very experienced and knew what she wanted from the world, no matter what it took. Then there was Russell the Muscle. He was a tall dark man, with a very large and prominent chin. He was quiet and very respectful of people's space. And then there was Megan, a quite young girl who not much was known about.
Megan grabbed a large dildo-shaped rifle and threw it to Ms. Howze, Ms. Howze then caught it, and stated, "Nice, long and thick, just the way I like it." Megan replied, "Of course, who doesn't like em' long and thick?" As Megan often replied to whomever she was conversing with. Russell stood watch outside the shack, mumbling as he often does, but its never quite intelligible. Megan started to think that it was about his repressed sexual tensions with little boys, but that has yet to be proven.
Megan yelled out to Russell while she was chambering a fully-auto dildo pistol, "Hey Russell, go ahead and start up the car!" Russell mumbled to himself, and walked towards the large stolen Truck, which along the side, has the image of a very popular Penis Enlarger distributer company's insignia along the side of it.
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