Our story begins in the land of Booty.
Booty was a raging wave that crashed against the beach, intense one moment and flacid the next. Booty, while a body of water, held many a family. Seafish, bacteria, pollution, and backsides. Backsides lived in the land of Booty, until one day, a man sat upon the shores.
A lonely pair of cheeks noticed the sulking man, and strutted on over to where the gentleman stay.
"What is making you so sad, sir?" The hindquarters squeeked (bottoms are noted for their delicate voices).
"The back of my legs, they are constantly cold. I can't ever keep them at the same temperature as the rest of my body..and worst of all, it hurts to do simple every day actions such as this. I have no cushioning, you see," the man says, happier now that something is interested in his tale of woe. The buns thought long and hard, staring at the salty sea. "Are you the only one of your kind to have this predicament?"
"No, sadly, I am not," The man says. "In fact, most of my kind cannot even fathom sitting. We are an active lot, which is nice, but(t), relaxation is a nightmarish hell that is never achieved."
"Well, I am getting quite tired of all this Booty," said the booty, "how about we get better aquainted?"
But before the man could question the flesh pot, the jiggle twins quickly pushed over the man, seeping its fangs into the lowest back of the man. And thus, Booty began.
The End
