wtssts/src/intro/06.twee

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I'm not getting out of my gear. Not an option. Out of the question. Okay, can
\ I move? Let's try to stand up first.
Roll over, get on your knees. Now, one hoof at a time. Done, easy!
I hope the door iS NOT LOCKED breathe don't panic press on the handle, kick
\ the door YES I'M OUT good now what the elevator is dead I guess use the stairs
\ fuck another door -- open -- good FUCKING FIFTEENTH FLOOR ARE YOU SHITTING ME
\ thank fuck there are emergency lighs one step at a time don't run don't fucking
\ FALL that would be very bad indeed good one down fuckton to go at least there's
\ nobody in the building at this time of day I hope one step at a time don't run
\ don't... actually do, let's focus on my embarrasing attire for now.
What do I do when (not if) people stare at me in disbelief and shock? Scratch
\ shock they have something much bigger to be shocked about. What is it?
\ Earthquake? Tsunami? Here in the middle of Kansas? That would be shocking --
\ for sure. Fucking tornado of Oz? Russian hackers? Fucking Russia, always
\ fucking everything up. Okay good, halfway there, oh don't count just go just
\ one at a time don't run where were we yes me being naked and bound up and down.
\ Fucking clear plastic, doesn't cover anything we wouldn't do that to our dear
\ patrons now would we. At least until this thing is off chances of being fucked
\ literally as opposed to figuratively, as I am now very much so, are pretty slim,
\ all my open positions are filled at the moment, and the job security is as good
\ as is gets. Can't even give a blowjob, can't even give a fucking handjob or
\ a fucking footjob unless you are really really into ponies, like really, like
\ I mean really, like, a lot, like
FUCKING MADE IT! WHO'S NUMBER ONE? THIS PONY, THAT'S WHO!
Okay, Elvis is ready to [[leave the building.|next]]
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