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R. Linda:
This be a short chapter. I have finally grossed meself out.
Chapter Five
It was 3 p.m. Dr. Maximum Cooler sipped lemonade through a glass beaker straw. His conjunctivitis made his eyes a bunny rabbit pink as he stared out of the large picture window in his office. Through blurry vision, he watched his fellow scientists scurry like worker ants from building to building. He hiccuped and put his empty glass on the windowsill where a cleaning person would find the sticky lemon tissue stuck to the inside of the glass. He could almost hear the "Ewww" and imagine the white rubber gloved hand picking the glass up by the rim and holding it away from their body.
Sucking his tongue against his teeth happily, Cooler rolled over to his desk. The TV screen still held the picture of Ozzy's jock itch as a teletype of headlines ran across the bottom. Cooler signed and shook his head, then something happened, something extraordinary, he felt something around his groin, an area that had been paralysed for nearly thirty years from an unfortunate fall off a cliff, a fall his ex-wife said was accidental, but Cooler thought he felt hands on his back as he went over the edge, but he wasn't certain.
There was almost a twitching feeling, could it be? Cooler's eyes lit up in joy thinking the best scenario had happened even after his gloomy doctors said it would be impossible he'd ever get feeling in that part of his body EVER. Only joy turned to startled, which turned to outright terror. Cooler unzipped to find the same red rash that he was viewing on his telly screen on his unmentionables. It wasn't from reawakening he had a sensation, it was jock itch!
End of Chapter 5
R. Linda:
This be a short chapter. I have finally grossed meself out.
Chapter Five
It was 3 p.m. Dr. Maximum Cooler sipped lemonade through a glass beaker straw. His conjunctivitis made his eyes a bunny rabbit pink as he stared out of the large picture window in his office. Through blurry vision, he watched his fellow scientists scurry like worker ants from building to building. He hiccuped and put his empty glass on the windowsill where a cleaning person would find the sticky lemon tissue stuck to the inside of the glass. He could almost hear the "Ewww" and imagine the white rubber gloved hand picking the glass up by the rim and holding it away from their body.
Sucking his tongue against his teeth happily, Cooler rolled over to his desk. The TV screen still held the picture of Ozzy's jock itch as a teletype of headlines ran across the bottom. Cooler signed and shook his head, then something happened, something extraordinary, he felt something around his groin, an area that had been paralysed for nearly thirty years from an unfortunate fall off a cliff, a fall his ex-wife said was accidental, but Cooler thought he felt hands on his back as he went over the edge, but he wasn't certain.
There was almost a twitching feeling, could it be? Cooler's eyes lit up in joy thinking the best scenario had happened even after his gloomy doctors said it would be impossible he'd ever get feeling in that part of his body EVER. Only joy turned to startled, which turned to outright terror. Cooler unzipped to find the same red rash that he was viewing on his telly screen on his unmentionables. It wasn't from reawakening he had a sensation, it was jock itch!
End of Chapter 5
Gabe
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