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User:Xxkosukexx/Pocket spaghetti

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Anonymous 4/17/12(Tue)19:30:27 No.394085210

       >walk into Gamestop
        >ask for a copy of Atelier Totori
        >"What?"
        >spaghetti slowly drips from my pockets
        >oh god not again
        >face gets red
        >"Please give me a copy of Atelier Totori right now."
        >"I don't know what that is. What platform is it on?"
        >struggling to contain my embarrassment
        >clenching asscheeks together to hold in my shit
        >meanwhile spaghetti is flowing out of my pockets
        >voice reduced to a mumble
        >"have money please alterlier toroti give money please game"
        >"Are you ok?"
        >shit breaches through my asscheeks
        >propelled forward at 60mph
        >crash through the Gamestop employee's counter
        >he's holding on to me for dear life
        >all the while spaghetti is flowing out of my pockets like fumes
        >crash through the entire row of buildings in the strip mall, broken glass shards in my face
        >yelling "ATELIER TOTORI PLEASE MONEY ATELIER GAMESTOP TOTORI"
        >Gamestop employee is covered in shit and spaghetti
        >my pocket rocket shows no signs of stopping
        >he tilts me backwards
        >the sheer force of my shit has reached 650mph, we are now propelling upwards
        >the spaghetti and shit intertwines and falls down to earth in glorious yellow and brown streams as we head towards the stratosphere
        >children below frolic in the mess falling from my anus
        >the g-force is causing my asscheeks to flap vigorously and create a gale
        >spaghetti and shit blowing through the air on the planet below
        >3 miles upwards now
        >Gamestop employee has died from lack of oxygen, his body falls to the surface below and is shredded by the force of my shit
        >my transformation is almost complete
        >as I leave the atmosphere my bear hands sprout and my tail grows, acting as a rudder
        >steer myself across the cosmos with my gleaming shit and spaghetti trail