When onion boy woke up, he was chained at the wrists and ankles, but to what?
"As you can see, well, YOU CAN'T!"
Leafy-chan cackled maniacally from somewhere behind the blindfold.
"Mnnnnnn, stop struggling! It's sooooooo cringeyyyyy!!!!"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT WiTH ME???!!" Bellowed Greg, his erection growing as he strained against the thick, metal chains.
"Thissssssssss" Leafy hissed, poking at onion's bulge.
Greg didn't want it to happen, but it did; his onion juices began slowly trickling down the side of his flesh flute. It was then that he realised...
"AM i N aKED?????!!!!!" The onion screeched.
Greg began struggling even harder than before, somehow managing to cut himself on something behind him. The leaf began wailing as the onion fumes filled the room, eyes puffy, bloodshot and stinging, he fled, leaving the door wide open.
Light filled the room at last. The blood was enough lubricant for onion boy to slip one of his hands free, which loosened the chains enough for him to free his other limbs. He untied the blindfold to find that it wasn't a blindfold at all! It was, in fact, a pair of jizz-stained boxer-briefs, with the words;
I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!I AM AN ONION LEAF, I BELONG TO GREG!
Scribbled all over them, in what he presumed was liquid shit.
"That's my leafy!"
