On a chair, it the lobby, Ben found a blood and underaged cum stained white sweater and some beer and underaged cum stained black cargo pants. As well as some fishnet leggings and twilight underwear.
Ben didn't really want to do it, but he realized that if he didn't want everyone to be scared of him, he had to hide behind a hood, and this was probably the only one for miles so he, regrettably put the sweeter and pants on. But not the underwear and the leggngs. He left those alone.
He then started walking, like Leonardo Dicaprio in that one picture, all the way to the nearest super market
Ben walking into the super market. Medium shot. Then Ben quickly turns his head around, facing away from the camera. It zooms in as Ben says "WA-CHA!"
Ben got some garbage food and then wknt to the cash regishter. The cashier was buetful pale meaty flesh, had lush long black hair (maybe it's maybaline.?.) buetiful completely black eyes, black lipstick, wore a black dress and underneath, she eore crimson lingere, had white earrings, had a white bead necklace similar to the one worn by Martha Wayne before she died (WHY DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME?!?!?!) Oh her thighs were so meaty, her tits so large, ass was so juicy! Ben started to get a "tingly feeling" in his "arachnads"
Had enough errotica? Too fuckin bad! (But, I am sorry...)
As Jane checked the prices on DA FOOD STUFFS, she glared at this hooded kid. "Who does Jeff think he is barging in here like he owns the fucking place!"
Jane slowly pulled out her knife. She quickly stabbed Ben in the head with it. The quick stabbing arc flipped Ben's hood off. An awkward scilence emminatiated for approximately 28384729.89 seconds before Ben spoke up. "So...is this how ya normally ask a guy out on a date?" He asked. "Whatever, here's your knife back..." Ben said as he put the knife on the table. After shaking that off, Jane continued scanning the items.
"Stupid kid, wearing my arch nemis' cloths. Who the he'll does he think he is" Jane angrily thought to herself. After checking the last item, Jane looked up at Ben. "Cash or cre-" she started, until she noticed that this kid was dressed like Spiderman. Her intrest peaked.
From this current angle, Ben was able to see Jane's cleavage. If he had a mouth...and teeth, he'd be biting his lip. Ben JIZZED IN HIS PANTS. "Ah crap..." Ben muttered. "What?" Jane womdered, starry-eyed. "I just JIZZED in my pants..."
Somewere, wherever the 'that guy with glasses' headquarters is, the Nostalgia Critic is screaming "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT OUT LOUD, YOU INHUMAN... MAN?!?!?!?!?!?!"
"It was your fault, you were rubbing my butt, I'm really sensitive, some would say that's a plus, K, imma go home to change my threads..."
Jane and Ben then had sex.
The other people on line didn't care because they were all high.
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