Meanwhile in the Milkcan concert auditorium, Parappa was busy smarmily tiptoeing his way up onto the stage, where Lammy’s and Katy’s deeply unconscious, surprisingly fully clothed bodies were both sprawled out on the floor together, ripe for the raping…err, I mean, tender affection and mutual loving. (Oh, who in the hell am I kidding? If you’ve ever read the Undertale Giantess series, then you basically already know EXACTLY what’s about to start happening, don’t you? Come on, don’t lie; you know it to be true.)

“Okay, so first things first, let’s just make sure that Lammy and Katy aren’t going to be waking up anytime soon…” Parappa whispered nervously to himself, glancing back and forth fearfully as he sneakily pulled out the tranquilizer gun from his pocket and shot both girls sound asleep with it, removing the darts and disposing of them in a nearby trash can before finally returning back to the stage so that he could…AHEM…do his business with their bodies, so to speak.

“Alright, girls; it’s about TIME you showed me your true colors, if I do say so myself!” Parappa cackled evilly, rubbing his hands together like a fly as he silently, ominously creeped his way toward the girls, with his hands clenched and facing directly toward them in a profoundly rapist-esque fashion as he maliciously wiggled his fingers and began grinning from ear to ear yet again.

“GAH! They’re so freaking hot that I can almost feel my FORESKIN burning right off from the mere SIGHT of them!” Parappa panted and drooled and moaned with delight, blushing and sweating intensely and acquiring a massive bump in the crotch area of his pants as he gently pulled off Lammy’s and Katy’s goofy shirts, comically oversized sneakers, polka-dotted socks, succulent bikinis and splendiferous panties, rendering both of them completely naked.

“Hmm…which one should I do the honors for? Gee, the choice sure is SO incredibly difficult to decide for me!” Parappa laughed sarcastically as he gently rolled Lammy’s and Katy’s gorgeous naked bodies back and forth on the ground to make extra-sure that they weren’t going to wake up…while Chuck and Fleaswallow intently stood just outside the auditorium’s front door with a pair of binoculars, peeking in at Parappa’s antics and already becoming increasingly aroused by them.

“Wow, do you actually think this kid is seriously willing to stoop himself THIS goddamned low? I mean seriously, this shit right here is just outright PATHETIC!” Chuck laughed uproariously while Fleaswallow pulled one of Alphys’ invisible ghost drones (whose camera just so happened to be linked to the auditorium’s massive digital display screen, mind you) out of his pocket, shrunk it to microscopic size with a mere snap of his fingers, commanded it to follow Parappa with a mere clap of his hands and deployed it into the room with a devious grin on his face.

“Chuck, man, I’m as a high as a fucking horse right now, and even I already know EXACTLY what this self-entitled, Lammy-overshadowing little shit is planning to do right now!” Fleaswallow hissed frustratedly at Chuck while Parappa pulled out the shrink ray from his pocket, laid Lammy face-down on the ground and shrunk himself to ant size, completely forgetting how very little time Chop Chop had given him to get this so-called “business” over with.

“OHH, COME STRAIGHT TO PAPA, YOU DELICIOUS LITTLE TOOTSIE ROLLS!” Parappa laughed overexcitedly as he hyperactively hopped and skipped his way over to the left one of Lammy’s wrinkly crinkly pinkly bare soles and began gleefully cleaning them from top to bottom…with his tongue, no less.

“OHH, WHY HAS CHOP CHOP ABANDONED US, LAMMY’S FEET SMELL SO ORGASMICALLY WONDERFUL AND GLORIOUS!” Parappa moaned loudly with arousal as he pressed his nose deeply into Lammy’s silky-smooth, wonderfully pungent arch (her feet in general stank like rotten deer carcasses, just so you know) and inhaled so deeply that it caused his brain to shrivel up like a rotten prune as his nose violently sprayed blood all over the place, which he then proceeded to lovingly smear all over her arch before finally licking it right off of said arch.

“Um…excuse me, what in the actual tarnation FUCK does that little twerp think he’s doing right now? And more importantly, WHO in the hell does the plucky little bastard think he IS?!” Paul growled angrily, gritting his teeth as a stunningly high-quality live close-up feed of Parappa’s disgustingly incestual foot-worship antics suddenly appeared on the background display screen.

“Oh believe me, man; what you’re seeing right now is undoubtedly just the mere TIP of the LSD iceberg…if you don’t want to see the Titanic sink while we’re at it, dude, I would VERY strongly advise packing your bags and hauling your ass out of here right now.” Fleaswallow warned him, flicking his tongue into the poor badger’s ear as a not-so-subtle hint of where Parappa’s Asriel-inspired antics were very clearly soon to be…please excuse the incredibly obvious pun…HEADED.

“AHHH…TASTES LIKE MOLDY YELLOW COTTAGE CHEESE ON THE BACK OF A DEAD GOAT’S PENIS…SO UTTERLY DELICIOUS…” Parappa moaned and blushed intensely with delight as he eagerly licked and felt all over the entirety of Lammy’s beauteous sole from toes to heel and everything in between.

“I HAVE CRIPPLING DEPRESSION! WHEEEEEE!” Parappa sang with excitement and giggled like a little kid as he climbed up onto the very tippy-top-bottom of Lammy’s heel and slid all the way down her pungently putrid, wetly soaked and lustrously glistening sole from top to bottom, once again using his own saliva as lubricant while Chuck and Fleaswallow merely stood behind the auditorium’s entrance door and gawked in utter confusion, with their jaws firmly agape in wonderment.

“And now for the tantalizingly delicious coup-de-grace!” Parappa laughed maniacally as he systematically crawled and squeezed his way into each of the cozy, warm and smelly little gaps in between Lammy’s outspread toes and stuffed his face with all of the scrumptiously slimy, sweaty, reeking, lint-dripping toe jam that he could stomach (in other words, every last drop of it).

“Geez, I never thought that this kid could actually make me feel THIS atrociously sick to my goddamned stomach!” Paul gagged, covering his mouth and clutching his rumbling chest.

“Man, you can definitely say that again!” Fleaswallow covered his own mouth and nearly retched, readjusting his campily gangsta-feathered pimp hat and smoothing out his incredibly cheesy Hawaii vacation shirt in disgust while Parappa began worshipping her other sole in the exact same fashion.

ABOUT TWO MINUTES LATER, AFTER PARAPPA HAD GROWN HIMSELF BACK TO NORMAL…

“OHH, Lammy, how I absolutely ADORE you…” Parappa threw his head back and moaned orgasmically, hugging Lammy’s adorably unconscious body from the back as his incredibly erect penis filled her vagina with its love while he just drooled arousedly, blushed intensely and smiled awkwardly with shameful embarrassment at what he had just done to his own stepsister.

“Eh, I’m totally used to having those types of relationships with MY family members!” Paul chuckled embarrassedly, causing Fleaswallow to awkwardly cock an eyelid at him in profound confusion and (un)surprise while Parappa gently laid Lammy’s body face-up on the floor, shrunk himself back down to ant size again and began clambering his way up onto her lovely bright-red-painted toes (NOTE: Katy’s were also painted the exact same color…by Lammy, of course).

“Just look at the adorable little babe, lying here ASLEEP! Already becoming the idol of MILLIONS…” Parappa whispered to himself, drooling rabidly at the mouth as he climbed his way up the tops of her feet and then proceeded to frantically scamper his way up her beautifully long and slender legs like the dirty little rat that he was very clearly being at the moment.

“She’s a WUSS! Shy, silly little wuss…” Parappa began dementedly monologuing to himself as he scooped the hairy, slimy, unwashed lint out of Lammy’s bellybutton with a great big tentacle-spoon that had apparently somehow managed to fit into just one of his pants pockets (along with god-knows-how-much other stuff) and ate it, licking his lips and rubbing his belly with satisfaction.

“How easily I could stroke my cock…with THESE hands…THESE…NASTY…HANDS!” Parappa laughed disgustedly to himself as he carefully poised himself atop the very edgemost portion of Lammy’s pelvis and used that exact same tentacle-spoon to fish out all of the oozing, dripping, tantalizingly creamy and gooey excess ejaculatory fluid from the dank, cavernous depths of her stinky unwashed cloaca, licking his lips and slurping it down with pure joy.

“They think she’s a god…BUT SHE’S AS MORTAL AS WE…” Parappa began traditionally monologuing in the creepiest and most melodramatic fashion possible as he climbed his way back down onto the tops of Lammy’s feet, poured a bottle of paint thinner all over his tongue and began lovingly licking the pulsating bright-red paint right off of her pretty little toenails.

“JUST…ONE…QUICK…SLIP…into her precious little ear canal while she isn’t looking…and it’s over…JUST…ONE…” Parappa began laughing and crying hysterically as he frantically, desperately scrambled his way straight up Lammy’s torso until he finally reached her lovely, bulbous little breasts.

“I can almost feel myself mentally deteriorating from the inside out, and it is a feeling that is simply nothing short of MARVELOUS!” Parappa moaned with pleasure as he scurried and clambered his way up onto the very tip-top of Lammy’s boob and began passionately, lovingly and adorably meekly sucking on her lovely, rosy-pink nipple with his fluffy little puppy lips until her warm and succulent lamb milk finally came squirting right out of it and into his ravenous, eagerly awaiting mouth!

“AHHH…the refreshing taste of victory be SUGARY-sweet today!” Parappa moaned with pleasure, licking his breastmilk-dripping lips with delight as he moved on to Lammy’s other boob and repeated the exact same process once more, then wormed his way in-between her wonderfully fluffy little lamb titties and took a brief two-minute nap in her oh-so-warm-and-cozy cleavage.

APPROXIMATELY TWO MINUTES LATER…

“You know, as much as this goddamned kid clearly has absolutely NO freaking sense of time whatsoever, I gotta say…I have the weirdest of boners right now…” Paul whispered nervously into Fleaswallow’s ear, blushing and covering up his crotch embarrassedly with his hands while Fleaswallow briefly removed one of his sandals and slyly, teasingly wiggled his sexy Jamaican toes at him while Parappa suddenly woke up and began climbing his way up onto Lammy’s face.

“Alright, almost there…just gotta get past her mouth, nose and eyes and then the ears will be next…” Parappa cackled and grinned maliciously, rubbing his hands together like the dirty little fly he was as he slyly tiptoed right over Lammy’s hot-pink lips and pulled out his tentacle-spoon yet again as he reached her beady little nose and immediately began staring intently into it!

“OH YEAH, I’VE HIT A GOLD MINE ALL RIGHT…” Parappa moaned and drooled derangedly as he stood atop Lammy’s nose and stuck his spoon deep into her nostrils, fishing out several of her dirty, slimy and nastily discolored boogers, lovingly eating them and loudly slurping the gooey liquid snot residue right out of the spoon itself as he continued digging his way in even deeper…when suddenly, for reasons that it took him all of about literally five seconds to figure out, he was electrocuted into a cartoonish living crisp, presumably as karma for being such an utterly despicable and repugnant little shit.

“Wow, that tranquilizer REALLY worked wonders on the poor thing, didn’t it?” Parappa shrugged and sighed with an ever-so-slight tinge of regret, realizing that even literally poking her right in what was presumably the frontal lobe of her brain with a blunt metal object somehow STILL hadn’t been enough to wake poor Lammy up as he violently shook the ashes and soot right off of himself just like how any normal real-life dog would, prompting Lammy to then immediately, involuntarily inhale it right into her poor little nose while Parappa eagerly shoved his tentacle-spoon right back into his pocket and readied himself to jump right into her left nostril right as she was just about ready to blow (and by blow, I mean sneeze, of course)!

“AAH…AAAAH…AAAAAAH…” Lammy began cringing and shaking in her sleep; right after the third AAH, Parappa valiantly shouted GERONIMO and did a cannonball dive right into her nose!

“AAAH-CHOOOOOO!” Lammy sneezed violently in her sleep, effectively blowing Parappa (who was now covered from head to toe with gooey, sticky, disgustingly dripping mucus) right out of her nose and onto her chest as he promptly began cleaning himself…with his tongue.

“Mucus here, mucus there, mucus in my HAIR!” Parappa sang happily as he fervently picked and licked what to him must’ve been at least half a solid gallon’s worth of snot off of his surprisingly (and rather unfortunately) still fully-clothed body, scooped it right up into his dirty, nasty and grimy little hands, and unhesitatingly engorged himself on it like a fat kid engorges himself on chocolate, licking the snot off of his lips and patting his belly in just such a way that it caused the raw semi-liquid essence of Lammy’s putrid, slimy and oh-so-wonderfully-viscous mucus to smear all over his signature shirt in such an incredibly distasteful and just-plain-sickeningly-gross fashion that even Filthy Frank himself would quite frankly be almost-unspeakably disgusted by it. And believe me, things are only going to get nastier from here…

“Alright, who am I kidding? Looks like it’s about time for the real fun to finally begin, judging by the fact that those stupid bodyguards Chop Chop sent after me have evidently already been waiting at least something like TEN FREAKING MINUTES for me by now!” Parappa sighed nervously as a result of suddenly noticing himself being broadcast onto the auditorium’s ginormous digital display screen, blushing embarrassedly and ever-so-slightly dying inside as he hopped right back up onto Lammy’s adorably pretty little face, tickled her incredibly long eyelashes to once AGAIN make sure that she wouldn’t wake up, and then finally made his way over to her gorgeously combed and styled red hair, which of course was like a forest to him.

“Hmm…well, I must say, this looks like yet another job for personal utilities! LEAVE IT TO…SUCTION CUPPPS!” Parappa chuckled excitedly to himself as he pulled out a pair of suction-cup attachments for his sneakers and attached them right on, blissfully unaware that the tranquilizer that he had shot both Lammy and Katy with just a few measly little minutes ago was literally RIGHT about to wear off on him.

“Wow, Lammy’s hair really IS incredibly mesmerizing…and also incredibly freaking FILTHY! Seriously, when in the actual hell was the last time she actually WASHED this shit?!” Parappa winced and regretfully shook his head in disgust (despite the fact that he had just recently purposefully coated himself from top-to-bottom in someone else’s nose-mucus and then gluttonously gobbled it right off of himself, while gratuitously smearing it all over his clothes all the while) as he reluctantly, stickily trudged his way through Lammy’s shockingly flaky, oily and dandruff-ridden jungle of hair until he finally reached her left ear, taking a nice, long and deep breath and gulping nervously as he eagerly, anxiously readied himself to do the unthinkable…and also the inevitable, now that I THINK about it! (Readers, I have a very important and urgent request for you right about now; please, PLEASE kill me before this gets any more creepy and disturbing…)

“Well, HEAR goes nothing…” Parappa shrugged and sighed, trying not to think too hard about the painfully obvious implications of what he was currently doing at the moment as he loudly, resoundingly swallowed what very little pride he already had left, shivering in both fear and immense self-disgust as he reluctantly walked onto the external flap of the adorably unaware Lammy’s left ear and briefly admired her cute little earrings before finally crawling straight inside.

“Alright, baby steps, baby steps, baby st- WAAAUGGGH!” Parappa screamed in terror as he (yes, even with the power of suction cups at his disposal) accidentally, violently slipped on one of numerous great big patches of dirty, sticky, hairy earwax dotting the internal surface of Lammy’s ear canal, sending him tumbling all the way down said ear canal (getting almost completely covered from head to toe in her earwax along the way, naturally) and finally crashing right into her incredibly sensitive (and also disgustingly slimy and earwax-covered) eardrum!

“Hmm?” Lammy suddenly grunted in her rapidly-weakening sleep, turning straight over onto her right side and causing Parappa to fall right onto her eardrum, causing her sleep to weaken even further while Parappa, being the sick and nasty little fuck that he apparently was, reached into his pockets and pulled out a nice big jar of weapons-grade laxatives for his violently, painfully rumbling and gurgling stomach!

“Well, I never thought I’d end up saying this in THIS sort of utterly revolting context, but…WHEN NATURE FREAKING CALLS, am I right?!” Parappa whispered and chuckled to himself with a truly, quite literally shit-eating grin on his face, picking and eating several gross little globs of earwax right off of himself as he ecstatically took a nice big handful of laxative pills from the jar, crammed them right down his throat with the help of the remaining half of a certain water bottle that he had evidently been keeping in his pocket for quite some time, and then proceeded to pull his pants and underwear right down and take a nice big heaping diarrhea shit all over Lammy’s precious little eardrum, causing it to mix with the earwax that was already covering said eardrum in only the most absolutely lovely and totally pleasing-to-the-eyes of fashions.

“OH MY GOD, YOU WERE RIGHT, PAUL, I THINK I’M LITERALLY GOING TO BE FUCKING SICK!” Fleaswallow screamed in absolute horror, with him and Paul just absentmindedly standing behind the auditorium entrance door with their jaws firmly agape and their eyes opened almost incomparably widely as Parappa began fervently, hyperactively licking and eating (and forcefully smearing) his own waxy, dirty shit right off of (and also all over) Lammy’s poor, poor little eardrum while panting and moaning orgasmically in the process, making the audience nearly throw up and also causing Lammy herself to actually fully wake up for real this time!

“WHAT THE- W-WHO SAID THAT?! WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON RIGHT NOW?!” Lammy woke up in a fit of panic, pulling out her cell phone and sitting straight up with a start…and causing Parappa to fall right back down onto the floor of her ear canal while the leftover diarrhea that he just left all over her eardrum began oozing and dripping disgustingly down the surface of said (otherwise) beautifully pearly and shiny tympanic membrane while she was busy frantically speed-dialing Parappa’s number, hoping that perhaps he would know something about her current situation. (She really didn’t know why she was now trusting Parappa of all people all of a sudden, but somehow, her maternal instincts just naturally told her that he was the one to trust.)

“Oh hey there, Lammy, how’s it going? Just wanted you to know that I’m currently busy MAKING MY WAY INTO YOUR BRAIN AS WE SPEAK! After all, that IS what truly loving, caring and supporting friends like ME are for, am I right?” Parappa crossed his legs and smarmily teased Lammy over the phone while using his weapons-grade laser pointer to slowly but surely (and excruciatingly painfully) carve an almost-perfectly round hole right through her eardrum.

“OH GOD, I ONLY HAVE ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS AT MOST TO FIND MY FUCKING TWEEZERS BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!” Lammy screamed and cried, doubling over onto her knees, clutching her left ear and shrieking in pain as she immediately began frantically, desperately rummaging through her pockets in a rather profoundly pathetic (but still admirable) attempt to save herself from certain doom, pulling out dildos, ball gags, bondage chains, magic rope, LSD, cocaine and various other types of sex toys while her girlfriend Katy woke up, crossed her arms over her chest, cocked an eyebrow and glared disgustedly at her in response.

“NOTHING TO SEE HERE, MOVE ALONG, MOVE ALONG!” Lammy stammered and blushed embarrassedly with adorably watering eyes, whistling innocently and trying her hardest not to double over and scream in pain yet again as she briefly pulled a magic broom out of her pocket and swept all of her sex toys right off the stage and into the front-row within a time span of about five seconds…which, of course, still wasn’t fast enough, as Parappa was already nearly done!

“OH, DEAR GOD, HELP ME, PLEASE, I LEFT MY TWEEZERS AT HO-HO-HO-HOOOME!” Lammy buried her head in her hands and screamed and cried hopelessly, clutching her hair and trying desperately not to yank it right out in frustration while Parappa began counting down her last ten remaining seconds of sanity…well, if you could even call Lammy remotely sane in the first place after playing her game, that is.

“TEN…NINE…EIGHT…SEVEN…SIX…FIVE…FOUR…THREE…TWO…ONE…” Parappa began ominously counting down, causing Lammy’s knees to quiver and buckle in raw fear and helplessness while the rest of her body basically did the same; meanwhile, just behind the auditorium’s main entrance door, there Paul and Fleaswallow were, their penises suddenly becoming overwhelmingly erect as they began maliciously grinning from ear to ear.

“ZERO! AH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH! YAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAH!” Parappa rolled on the floor of Lammy’s ear canal laughing his ever-loving, lop-eared, adorably short and fluffy, earwax-coated puppy ass off, almost-regretfully wiping the tears from his eyes as he sprung right back up onto his feet, jump-kicked his newly-carved hole right through the poor girl’s eardrum and then stylishly dived right into her inner ear as if it were a water slide!

“WHOOOA, EVERYBODY, LIKE, SERIOUSLY, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES AND STUFF!” Lammy dizzily stumbled back and forth and drunkenly slurred in a miserably failed attempt to warn everyone as Parappa went right through her vestibular canals and wound up right in the very center of her poor little head, where her extremely fragile and defenseless brain was housed!

“Wow, this is an incredibly nice, soft and delicate little BRAIN you’ve got in here! It sure would be an awful crying shame if anything were to HAPPEN to it, am I right?” Parappa pulled out his phone and snickered just as snarkily as ever in response to yet another sudden phone call from Lammy as he underagedly stripped every last bit of his clothing off (yes, THIS was STILL being broadcast on the automatically-footage-recording drone’s live feed on the auditorium’s gigantic display screen, just to make DOUBLY sure that Parappa immediately got arrested as soon as this whole utterly ridiculous fetishistic escapade was finally over) and began eagerly approaching her literally steaming-hot, vigorously pulsating brain…much to Lammy’s imminent revolted horror as she turned around and saw him doing so on the big screen!

“Well, I suppose this is what I get for calling him an arrogant KNOW-IT-ALL nearly every single day…” Lammy disgustedly covered her mouth with her hands and thought to herself, causing Parappa to laugh uproariously as he nakedly leapt onto her already-intimidatingly-towering brain stem and eagerly began scaling its fleshy, veiny, firmly erected surface, using the biomagnetic electrical current given off by her central nervous system (combined with the way that his warm and fuzzy fur statically conducted said current, of course) to stick to her brain like Spider-Man!

“MAN, this is satisfying! I’m FINALLY getting back at the little bitch for calling me a stupid little know-it-all attention whore! Honestly, if it didn’t make me feel so utterly sick to my stomach, I’d probably say that this is just about the greatest form of payback EVER!” Parappa thought to himself (with the drone even going as far as to read his internal thoughts) as he frantically crawled about and scurried all over the admittedly deliciously spongy and wrinkly external surface of Lammy’s brain, biting it and licking it and massaging it and fucking it and sucking it ALL over from top to bottom while the poor girl pulled out a barf bag from her pocket and violently threw up into it, wiping her mouth exhaustedly, blushing intensely and twitching her eyelids in a highly unpleasant mixture of confusion, (possibly public) humiliation and profound disgust.

“And now for the official SECOND-greatest moment of my entire life! Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? Because Lammy’s brain, here I CUM!” Parappa laughed arrogantly as he clambered and scrambled his way up onto the very tip-top of Lammy’s brain, right at the conveniently centered little gap in-between its left and right hemispheres, admiring the lovely view of her interior skull, nostrils, horn roots and eyeballs as he teasingly wiggled his pudgy, fluffy little toes (and shook his plump, juicy little butt) at the audience before finally delivering the coup-de-grace…which was literally only the BEGINNING of what was immediately to come, MIND you!

“OH, how I yearn for bleach’s sweet embrace…” Lammy sighed, sitting criss-crossed on the floor and resting her cheeks on her hands depressedly as Parappa began rigorously, forcefully thrusting his pulsating, throbbing erection into her equally pulsating and throbbing brain tissue.

“BRAIN BLAAAAAAST!” Parappa shrieked orgasmically and briefly flailed his arms and legs straight up into the air as his penis blew at least half a cup’s worth of load into his (supposedly) dearly beloved stepsister’s central nervous system, violently electrocuting him and frying him into a cute little crisp as he just speechlessly laid there face-down atop Lammy’s brain and blinked his eyes to make sure that he actually was still alive, with his jaw firmly agape and his arms and legs sprawled out absentmindedly beside him (as if he was a real-life, four-legged, non-anthropomorphic dog that had just been run over by an automotive) in absolute disbelief.