It was a dark and stormy night. As the cliche dictates, something terrible was brewing. It was scary yet cool. But of course, everything is scary if you happen to be a paranoid schitzophrenic like out hero of the story, Michael. He was pacing his house in a frenzy. "The LLamas will get me!" He wailed as he walked. His roommate appeared in an exasperated state. "How many times do i have to tell you nothing's wrong?" "How many times will you appear out of hin air like that?" "Look dude, sorry, but you're driving me crazy!" "I know. I'm sorry, but it's those LLamas, they pitter patter all around, all sorts of colors and shapes of them....." "There aren't any LLamas and I walked in the door from the next room. That's it. This is getting out of hand." "Well then what are we going to do??" she left the room to fo call the psycharist for Michael. "Doctor, Michael's acting like a fruitcake again. What should I do?" The doctor sighed "Bring him in right away." So they when to the doctors office. On the way in the car, Micahel pressed the various buttons on the radio furiously. "Goddammit! Michael! Chill!" "But the LLamas.." Michael whimpered. "I don't care about the LLamas! Lets jsut shut up till we get there!" and they did. and weird stuff happened. Kara came to a stoplight when suddenly, Michael jumped out the window and made a mad dash down the dark street. "THE llAMAS!!" Kara sighed and reached for her cell phone. The last sound she heard before passing out was pounding hooves. When she woke up all these weird little silver people (think oompaloompas, but silver) were around her in a bright green room wearing brown. "What the fuck?" The aliens leaned over and whispered in an unintelligble language. "The earth female has requested a LLama fuck." "But the LLamas won't be back for another 24 hours, what do we do before then?" "Momsense! If the human female wants a LLama fuck we can't waste time! Perhaps she can help us breed a new race. Think of what the Grand Leader will say! Hurry! Fetch one!" The silver man scurried back. "I have selected the lustiest most virule male LLama, sir." "What the fuck?" Kara asked "Impatient little slut, isn't she?" And then......Michael suddenly burst through the door. He was covered in cotton balls and had strange racoon-like makeup around his eyes. A pair of bunny ears completed the outfit. "That is the best LLama you could find? Ah, very well then. Take the earthling to the 'love shack' and have the LLama commence his mating dance." Kara tried to run to Michael, but the silver people grabbed her and took her to the 'love shack' while saying "God! she's not just a slut, she's a SuperWhore!" "Kara! I've come to save you!" Shouted Michael, "Hang tight, I'll be there soon!" Of course, Michael, in his schizophrenic state, had been brainwashed by the LLamas. By "saving" he meant tuining everything pure and innocent about her. Michael was kinky when you get right down to it. Yes he was! "So, Kara, should we just get down and dirty or shall we start with some kinky LLama foreplay?" Kara just whimpered. In no time she was handcuffed to the bed in a Batman costume being beaten seductively with a braided leather whip. Auctually, it was a very raunchy Cat woman costume, but whatever. Anyways, Michael ran around and turned "sweet cherry pie" on the CD player. He proceeded to do his mating dance. He whipped Kara, stood on one leg, urniated and sang the National Anthemn. Definently sexy. The national anthemn was of course the anthem of the silver people, they taught it to him. Dead sexy...emphasis on dead. "Is this suppossed to make me horny?" asked Kara, "Because I'm jsut soggy." "You oughta want me more than a fat chick wants a cheeseburger." "What did you say?" She couldnt understand anymore. He was speaking silver people talk. "Oh well, I guess I'll just kill her now." Michael pulled out the "dick of justice" and proceeded to thrust. Kara split into two distinct peices. It was one hell of a LLama fuck, the last one that she'll ever have. Michael, finally comming out of the brainwashing, suddenly realized that not only had he had sex with his bestfriend, but had killed her in the process. Lovingly, he buried her in her catwoman costume the next night. After he had preformed his own fetish on her.
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