Quantum Gent exiled himself from the Cosmos

Quantum Gent exiled himself from the Cosmos after a stray thought had turned Galaxy X32 into a whirlpool of dead suns. For the sake of existence itself he had to sort out
his many quantum entanglements and supersymmetry angst. Quantum Gent was on his cups between existence and oblivion. An this most critical moment, Antiverse Babe showed up and
"?You are how." Antiverse babe was moderately attractive but she was a poor communicator. Quantum Gent sighed, should he uphold her fantasy of being hot or was he too tired to
talk in reverse? He fingered the strap of her dress, thoughts of engineering a wardrobe malfunction right in the middle of the Plaze uppermost in his mind...
"Ti od ot tnaw uoy?" he spoke erotically, ignoring the people around him walking backwards and throwing them strange looks. "Erus," she replied, her dress whirling as he was pulled
into an all-night pegging session at the Odeon. It used to be a very good Olive Garden, but people meme Olive Garden and it got shut down regardless. He couldn't give her up now.
"Take it up with management Buddy. Now move over and let me at the lady." Speed orgies had their drawbacks. He looked back at her and she'd already forgotten him. He went through
her purse, which she had carelessly left on one of the many nightstands surrounding the action. Her driver's license identified her as Amber LaGrue, but the photo didn't look like
someone named Amber. In fact, the photo was of an African man from Jekyll Island named Charlie Hill; amazingly, she used it to outdo the port guards, then left it behind to mock
the heavens with an upward-thrust fist. This was rather high expectations for a photo of some African guy, but it persevered, achieving great renown and making quite a good living.

Started: 2015-02-12 17:20:31
Finished: 2022-02-27 21:38:41

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