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And then suddenly, something happened. Something completely unexpected. A tall glass of diarrheic matter appeared. Pants were crapped. Fences were impaled upon. Deaths occurred. The END appeared. and barf covered teh closing credits. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | "THIS MOVIE SUCKS." Fred stood up and shouted to the rest of the movie theater.

"Who made this shit? I say we hunt them down, go to their town, smear their car brown, piss on their mom's wedding gown, that ought to make them frown. Who's with me??"

The crowd got loud. This "mass fiction" production needed to end. They watched the credits, and it showed the IP adresses of every poster on the site. The one who kept saying "My, but that was entertaining, wasn't it?" would be the first target.

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My, but that was entertaining, wasn't it?

<---- THAT GUY RIGHT THERE. I WANT TO FUCK HIM.

Spencer looked at the results. He was confused. His question was perfectly reasonable. "How to do sex with girl?" But all of the results involved her loving him and sticking the thing he pees with into where she bleeds from every month! Gross! Was this some sort of joke? Spencer, sure his computer has been hacked, brought it to the repair shop.

When Spencer tried explaining the problem, the tech fell over laughing. He called everyone in the shop over to hear Spencer explain the problem. Spencer still didn't understand why they were all laughing at him.

"There's no virus. $75 please." the tech told Spencer.

"But you see it too?" Spencer asked again. "HOW DO I DO SEX WITH A GIRL THEN?" ...contribute to our story.

 

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