Niglet Sucker was thinking about Fabbot Penetrator again. Fabbot was a weird white man with hot toes and a warm inner thigh.

Niglet walked over to the window and reflected on his steamy surroundings. He had always loved a hot party with its helpless, hungry houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather some*one*. It was the a weird figure of Fabbot Penetrator.

Niglet gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a thicc, thirsty, beef drinker with thicc toes and a deep inner thigh. His friends saw him as a broken, bloody black man. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a chubby old black man.

But not even a thicc person who had once made a cup of tea for a chubby old black man was prepared for what Fabbot had in store today.

The rain hammered like loving dogs, making Niglet Interested. Niglet grabbed an erect tent that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Niglet stepped outside and Fabbot came closer, he could see the juicy smile on his face.

“I am here because I want a lick,” Fabbot bellowed, in an enjoyable tone. He slammed his fist against Niglet’s chest, with the force of 6113 kangaroos. “I frigging love you, Niglet Sucker.”

Niglet looked back, even more interested and still fingering the erect tent. “Fabbot, I want you in me,” he replied.

They looked at each other with thirsty feelings, like two cautious, curly cats making love at a very cool party, which had rap music playing in the background and two thiccest uncles enjoying the beat.

Suddenly, Fabbot lunged forward and tried to punch Niglet in the face. Quickly, Niglet grabbed the erect tent and brought it down on Fabbot’s skull.

Fabbot’s hot toes trembled and his warm inner thigh wobbled. He looked hot, his body raw like plain pants.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Fabbot Penetrator was dead.

Niglet Sucker went back inside and made himself a nice drink of beef.