Moiste Fistfight was observing her slaves. She chuckled to herself, stroking her third chin. Her long, cheaply dyed black hair rippled down her shoulders. Her silky black gown stretched down to the marble floor. She applied the darkest mascara she could find, which matched her black eyeshadow, black lipstick, and black blush. She painted on her eyebrows in sharpie. Beautiful.
"Your highness, a tail," Lexi offered, bowing with a special rainbow tail.
"Fool! You know my eyes can only gaze upon black!" Moiste spat, slapping it out of her hand. Lexi screeched in agony.
"Delivery for the Fat Army," Jennica announced deviously, rubbing her big, chubby hands together. The slaves wheeled in a cart piled high with donuts.
Moiste wiped drool from her black lips. "Bringeth them to me," she ordered.
Jennica bowed with the donuts. Moiste used a long claw to grab them, as she was too lazy to leave her throne. Her throne, speaking of which, was made of twinkies, cupcakes, donuts, fried chicken, 2 liter mountain dews, and pudding.
"Yum..." she growled menacingly.
"Your highness, it's about time we take over the world," Lexi pointed out.
"Yes, I agree. Bring me the map of our targets," Moiste ordered.
The slaves brought the map of all designated terrorist attacks. "Where shall we strike first, Master?" Jennica smirked.
Moiste grinned, bearing her devilish fangs. "The FBI office," she declared.
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A Sunset of Rage
Tajemnica / ThrillerThe triquel in the FBI saga. Frederic & Damien face a new threat, wow big surprise. However, there are many new twists that you'd never expect...
