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Carl guided them to the dog house. Rachel put the mayonnaise back into the Hamberger and picked it up and the urn followed. Harley squished her perfect ass into the tiny dog house along with Rachel, the urn, the Hamberger, the pig and Carl, whom, I may remind you, is wearing NOTHING but a tank top. They all squished into the sad, old dog house and looked at Carl. No one said anything. They just stared at him waiting for him to do something.
"Well?" Rachel said.
"OH YEAH WE WERE DOING SOMETHING!" Carl shouted as he remembered.
He pulled a string hanging from the small ceiling and part of the floor opened up. There was a toilet underneath. Everyone stared at the toilet and back up at Carl in confusion.
"Just trust me on this one," he said.
"May I have this?" He gestures at the unconscious Hamberger that Rachel is holding. He takes it from her and throws it in the toilet and flushes it. The Hamberger awakens as it swirls down the glory hole to hell, then vanishes. Rachel Poggers.
"This will lead us to the WAP," Carl says.
"The... WAP?" Harley asks.
"¿QUÉ ES UN WAP? " The urn screams in confusion.
"The WAP is this mystical being and knows all. The WAP can train us to use our kegel muscles to help us fight the person who did this to you. We will tie him up, like he's surprised, we will roleplay, and wear a disguise. And last but not least, we will park a Big Mack Truck™, right in this little garage."
The urn smiles, and Rachel and Harley look at each other. Without hesitation the urn flushes itself down the toilet, as it descends into the wet hole, you can hear a gargled "SOY CACA" as the urn disappears into the various pipes. Carl grabs Rachel and shoves her down the toilet with ease. Harley sits on the toilet. Carl roundhouse kicks her down the porcelain throne and dives in after her; the pig follows. At the other end they find themselves in a well full of piss. Harley, the pig, and Carl emerge from the anus that birthed them at the bottom of the well and float to the top and meet up with the now conscious Hamberger and the urn.
"Were stuck down here now, great. Also, what the diddly darn freaking frack snack just happened. One moment I was getting out of Rachel's stinky CRV and the next I'm being flushed down a toilet, re-born from a gaping BUTTHOLE, and swimming in pee!" The Hamberger says.
"I'll explain to you as soon as we get out of this well," Carl says.
"What the heck are you doing here I thought you died or something," The hamberger says angrily.
"Again, I'll explain later. Now shut your patty before I eat you." Carl states.
The Hamberger rolls her eyes. Harley looks around the well for things to use to help them get out. She lays her eyes on the urn.
"¿Qué estás mirando?" It says.
"What am I looking at? I'm wondering how you're floating even though you don't have arms, legs, or a will to live." Harley says.
"Yo tengo un año y constantemente me tiro pedos y eso me ayuda a mantenerme a flote. Por qué quieres saber?" The urn says.
Carl chimes in "wait wait, hold on, you have a butthole and you're constantly farting and that's why you're floating?"
"Sí" it confirms.
"Is there anyway you can float out of the well and throw down a rope?" Harley asks.
"Puedo probar," it says.
It swims to the middle of the well and concentrates on its bowels. There is a deep rumbling in the piss as bubbles start to emerge. The urn shoots aggressively into the air and falls onto the grass outside the well.
"Is there a rope you can throw?" Harley shouts.
The urn grunts as a rope is thrown down into the well so everybody could get out. They all climb out just to find out they're on some sort of animals tail. The animal was sleeping; it was large, wet, pink, and... kinda sexy. The stink of the gang that emerged from the well awoke the beast and confused him. That confusion turned into rage...
...and that rage turned into shit.
It shitted out of anger.
It shitted everywhere.
The sheer amount of shit that came out of it's butthole was intense... too intense. This triggered Carl's PTSD. Carl's parents never really paid attention to him when he was little so he was stuck with his grandma most of his childhood. Now the SIZE... of this woman was... ASTRONOMICAL. When Carl was 4 years old, he and his grandma shared a bed and he remembered how his dad always told stories about his grandma ripping ass and creating tidal waves. Because his grandma was nothing but flubber she just vibrated while making grotesque noises. He thought it was just a myth. But one night when he and his grandma were fast asleep... he heard it. He thought he was going to die. It was the most terrifying moment of his life, I shit you not (pun intended) .
Carl had a really bad peeing the bed problem so when he woke up from his sleep from hearing a terrifying noise and felt wetness it wasn't anything unusual. He got up to go tell his dad that he peed the bed until he looked over at his grandma and the general direction of her ass spewing liquid on his pajamas. He knew in that moment his life would change forever. And I guess what I'm trying to say is... Life goes on.
Except for her, ya know
She's dead.
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