*Revamp of the original
You really love chicken nuggets, and chicken nugget really loves you. Are you ready to embark on the adventure of a lifetime?
This is a joke and not a joke at the same time lol
Imagine what it's like to be a toaster. You sit on a counter in the kitchen just waiting for someone to slide some bread or a bagel even a waffle or pop-tart if they're feeling bold into your slot(s). They can set you to single sided or double and by turning your knob they can determine just how hot you can get. Then they push down on your lever to set whatever they put inside you . Depending on just how hot it gets whatever they have chosen for you begins to darken and get harder with the heat. You insides grow fiery with passion as you seek to satisfy your owners needs for delicious toasted food. Then you reach your climax by shooting the food up. The hungry master takes their fingers or some other long object to carefully pull out their meal. Almost always they burn themselves slightly on your still scorching edges and sides. Then they leave to go enjoy what you've made, but they always come back for more.
Just thinking about it gets my mediforical third dick hard. My first mediforical dick was with Chicken Nugget and my second was no where to be found. My actual dick was in my burning pants. I should probably do something about them but at this point it's just an established segment that I have pants of fire. I think it really lights up my personality (please laugh).
I come out of the kitchen to see Chicken Nugget playing Half-Life Alyx. I tap him on the shoulder and he jumps around to face me so engrossed in the game he thought I was an enemy. He realizes quickly that it's just me and plays the game for about another ten seconds then takes of his oculus quest headset.
"Any good?" I ask, still not having the chance to play myself.
"Good? It's beyond good!" Chicken Nugget opens his mouth probably to bestow the knowledge of the events that had taken hold of him. I give him the look.
"Excuse me."
"Sorry."
"It's fine."
Chicken Nugget smiles at me with no mouth. He can't even move because his not real face has no muscles. But I know he's smiling. How does he speak then, don't question it bitch it's fucking Chicken Nugget.
In the darkness an evil stirred her being would cause much pain, the air around this being grew sick and contaminated it spread to every surface she touched and only seemed to grow. She spread her fluids everywhere she could reach and although detected no one releases how powerful she is. Like the quiet kid in the back of the class, she was twisted, smart, and was scheming. But I'm blissfully unaware and I want to get married.
Chicken Nugget and I sat down on the bright yellow bean bag chair in our basement next the screaming bodies of little flesh and mostly bone. They moaned in agony for freedom and wished for death. A singular man who was the most beaten of the group was the only one not howling and though he wished for death, he was unable to die. So eventually, he stopped thinking.
"Stup up," Chicken Nugget commands. They shut up for two seconds and then wail again. I rolled my eyes.
"At this point we should just throw them away."
"Fair enough." I then proceeded to snap the neck of the man who could not think, tear out one of his ribs and brutally murder with Chicken Nugget at me side all the dirty creatures whilst playing the wii channel music bass boosted. I laughed as their bloody screams of thanks rang out. Who was I to deny them of their true wish, all they wanted was to die.
"Can we play this song at our wedding?"
"Of course sweet heart." We then made out on top of the dead people. This is why I don't see a problem with doctor assisted suicide.
A/N: Rat
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