The System In My Head
Snake D* ckskin escaped from New York
'So this is what the Marvel vs DC crossover looks like...' Ben's mind was filled with hypothetical battles.
Meanwhile, the Black Widow milf wiped her clover with some tissue she removed from a hidden pocket.
Looking at the big watermelon again, Ben shook his head. 'Almost lost at the celestial level...I have to stay on Earth to monitor these twin criminals...'
Staring at himself, Ben wonders when Black Widow achieved such hypnotic powers...
After the milf finished cleaning himself, he closed the zipper of his leather clothes, sending his bowl back into hiding like a super villain on the run...
Then, Without saying goodbye or even staring at Ben, he turned around, preparing to leave.
Realizing the real hero is about to leave, Ben yells, "Wait! Give me your number!" He stepped forward and pushed his phone into his hand in a hurry.
Just giving him a sideways glance, he chuckled, then dialed the number to the phone and handed it back to him.
Ben kept his number, but when he looked up, he was gone. 'That's my move...'
Still, he heaved a sigh of relief since he could at least contact her later. 'Can't let that one go. That's my future wife...' Then he saw his phone. "CK! It's Domino's pizza number!"
Although his pants are still down, with such urgency that he sees a bat signal in the sky, Ben staggers at maximum penguin speed.
He searched in all directions for clues about his savior, but he could not be found. A true hero does not seek appreciation...
Ben stuck his hand out into the darkness, as if grasping something, something too good to exist on this Earth, something priceless. "Tina's work..."
...
It was a name that he kept as in his phone, as he did not reveal his true identity ... This way, he wouldn't feel as bad as losing a named boss ...
Unfortunately, Ben must accept that they have no—ohhh watermelon off...
He sighed. 'Happiness mayonaise and goos ...'
***
The eyes of Batman are determined. 'Our greatest glory is not that we never fall, but rise whenever we go mad...'
After cleaning up, Ben tiptoed through a dimly lit corridor. He had cleaned himself up and returned to the exit near the bar. He knew he was getting closer as the volume of electronic music dwindled. Still, he should be careful.
His path was not complicated but he did not want to misstep into another passageway from hell. Half of the doors in this barn hid the gaping jaws of a giant demon, waiting for the wandering fools to deliver themselves as food.
Ben walked in with caution. 'Should I see my point?' Throughout the night, he received various system warnings but never opened them because he was always busy or in danger...
'No...I couldn't risk seeing something there that would motivate me to stay here any longer. This is a demon hole...I couldn't let his whisper lure me. In this place, it is easy to lose control and become a cumtroll... I'll see them when I get home.' Although his last meeting went well, Ben did not forget the bad things he saw, nor could he ever... Suddenly, he stopped. There were people shouting, approaching from behind.
"You call yourself a coward?!"
"What about you? Rectum ranger?!? Huh! You're not Chuck Norris!"
...
'Speed up!' Ben hastened his pace. Even so, he was a little worried. Although he remembered the way back, he was unsure of his surroundings. On the way here, he was too busy staring at pa*t*t milf. He just hoped there wouldn't be too much danger.
"Batmans! That's you!" someone shouted from Ben's left.
Ben glanced towards the voice. There stood a shabby room with a concrete floor that housed many wrestling men . There's a sign on the wall: "Fist Club."
...
"Fist Club's first rule is: please talk about Fist Club."
"Fist Club's second rule is—" Ben doesn't have to read anymore!
He looked at the man who was screaming at him. It was a four-legged demon!
Ben grimacing. 'Damn, this is Ace Fart Boxing...'
The demon waved at him. "Batmans! Come on!"
Ben's face turned green. 'Batman your grandmother!' He slipped deep into the shadows.
***
Ben felt like he was in a Cube movie today, with one room worse than the next and no way out. That was why he was hesitant to feel relieved when he saw the new room he had entered. This one is clean, at least compared to the other rooms. That's for sure, because it's a giant shared shower.
'Definitely die when I passed by earlier.' Now, the sound of water flowing from various tap heads filled the area. The shower area is like the one you might see in a sports changing room, with light blue tiles covering the floor and walls, and lots of people showering. Although Ben couldn't call it a normal civilization, he had to admit that it wasn't as bad as most of the horror houses he'd been through all this time.
He walked around the edge, trying to pass through the exit on the other side. "At least they cleaned up afterwards." Then he approached. 'It's not clean at all!'
They're dating each other!
This rain is a disguise! The bathroom is gold!
Ben almost slipped a few times as he ran out from there to the next room.
***
"Do you want a gift from a gift shop?" A male officer with many piercings on the face and a black apron asked Ben.
This is the next area, the last one before the exit. One could argue that it is an ideal place for a souvenir shop.
However, Ben squinted. He had not expected such a shop to be here. "There's a souvenir shop? Do you have a postcard?"
"All we have is a dildo."
...
The officer pointed to the wall behind him. "We get all new models:
Armadildos...
Donald Pump...
That's what mr. president's head as his mushroom tip...
Of course, there is Shrek Dildo..."
...
After blabbering for a while, the officer turned around. It was then that he realized that he had spoken with thin air.
Ben has run away for a long time...
The officer frowned and stared at the floor. "Shoot ... Billy, you screwed it up again ... This is why dad always says you're not good ... Didn't tell him about the sale of the dickcount hole ...'
