She looked at me with amorous eyes. She breathed

She looked at me with amorous eyes. She breathed heavily, covered in sweat and drool as if struggling to exist. But her glare had more strength than 20 men. Her stomach gurgled...

a roomful of my colleagues were watching through the one-way mirror. I discretely wipe my boot against her lab coat in a vain attempt to clean squishy brain matter off. I run

in circles trying to trick them into thinking I'm insane. They come inside, put me in a straitjacket and lead me to an empty padded room. My plan worked. It was easy to take out my

knife and cut myself free. The padded room had a low cieling. I noticed a loose panel that would release me into the rest of the facility. I pryed at it but it wouldn't open! Then,

I heard a knock on the window! Something knocked once, twice, and stoped. I was too scared too open the door, so I looked at the key hole, and what I saw was a monstrous

COCK!!!!

was what I baptised him, ramming the point home with powerful thrusts of my bratwurst in his schtinkenhole. He moaned in reciprocation, mayonnaise dripping from his pink brains

, which is disgusting. I hate mayonnaise. As I looked around for something to take my mind off the Condiment-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named, I was attacked by an army of toads with little

lasers. Grodnor's amphibian experiments had clearly paid off. As the toads' rays seared my flesh, I slipped into unconsciousness, cursing the fates for my mayonnaise-fueled death.