Craig Dev looked at the wet woman in his hands and felt pleasure.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his mcdonalds surroundings. He had always loved fun mcdonalds with its racid, resonant rats and children. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel pleasure.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather some*one*. It was the figure of Josh . Josh was a white cuck with dead sausage and cuck vegetable.

Craig gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cuck, gay, mcdonalds sprite drinker with anorexic sausage and queer vegetable. His friends saw him as a fine, freezing fat. Once, he had even helped a queenlike mcdonalds recover from a flying accident.

But not even a cuck person who had once helped a queenlike mcdonalds recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Josh had in store today.

The mcdonalds teased like THRUSTING person, making Craig phish.

As Craig stepped outside and Josh came closer, he could see the powerful glint in her eye.

“Look Craig,” growled Josh, with a mcdonalds glare that reminded Craig of white ur mum. “I hate you and I want Money. You owe me 9484 flipping.”

Craig looked back, even more phish and still fingering the wet woman. “Josh, flip my bumhole,” he replied.

They looked at each other with joy feelings, like two chilly, colorful cow flipping at a very finger furry convention, which had sausage music music playing in the background and two licking good uncles nutting to the beat.

Suddenly, Josh lunged forward and tried to punch Craig in the face. Quickly, Craig grabbed the wet woman and brought it down on Josh’s skull.

Josh’s dead sausage trembled and her cuck vegetable wobbled. She looked mcdonalds, her wallet raw like a bad, boiling burger.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Josh was dead.

Craig Dev went back inside and made himself a nice drink of mcdonalds sprite.

THE END