no!!! A tug and a push simultaneously jolted him out of his momentary stupor. Yes, it had its place. In a row, in an ideal society, and in this row.
It's true that he didn't tip until midnight, but it's always better than nothing. And finally!!! There's a chance you'll fill up on non-vegan processed grass instead of pillowy chips. And do not eat monotonous preserves, cocktails, plain bread or cakes.
eggs!!! Real, no substitute. Finally something normal (although he was afraid to even say the word in his mind).
But yes! Normal protein! True, only for individuals like him who perform important functions. But they did it not only to perfect an already perfect society. Sometimes it has tangible benefits.
no!!! Again, this time push and one place closer to the bonus spend point. to be enough It was thirty and the window was approaching. Already in his mind's eye he saw these beautiful shells, this interior too. It was hard to express joyful anticipation. for the calmness of the people before him foretold that there would be no lack of the produce he desired.
Finally he reached the window where the desired protein was marked.
Readers first!!!
Ah yes, reader. The issuing unit read in a monotonous voice the list of fulfilled duties that allowed the bonus to be issued.
no yes This month, um. Active anal once, passive anal once, passive and active zoophilic contact twice. And here. Here… the unit, closer to the scanner, because the return signal is a little weak. Oh, pedo is open three times. Bilateral qwerty contact twice and passive deep colonic penetration once. This will be a total of ten times.
He protested weakly: it's twelve.
The publishing department glared at him: What if I give you two loose ends for your sick penis!!!??? Get out or I'll take it out!!!
He left with his head bowed, but inside he felt that it was a huge, huge injustice. Press firmly into the anus.
He woke up in a cold sweat. What is this? He felt large hands holding him tightly and breathing loudly right into his ear.
The huge afro he shared a room with was still treating him. He screamed loudly for help. in vain
Three floors below, two men in white coats, playing with their night shift boots, looked up.
The bigger of them, a huge and orderly man with dark skin, said to the exhausted doctor sitting across from him:
Kip Klajda, no problem. This again pejsent tłenti fajw.
Nicknamed “Chick”? added the doctor.
Yes, he was holding one and it was very important, and now he has nightmares. At least that's what the therapist says.
These are, as he says, dreams of power.
And they both burst out laughing.