Let The Madness Begin Muhahahahahaha

“Oh hey guys how’s it hanging?” he asked noticing us at the end of the hall not seeming to care about his lack of clothing. I looked away covering my eyes. Yet another traumatic event was carved into my brain against my will. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep soundly at night again. Years of therapy here I come.

“It’s um… hanging all right. I’m just gonna go puke a bit then I’ll get your clothes.” I said gagging slightly. I think there are some things in life that do not deserve a description. This was now one of them.

“No please let me.” Chris said.

“I’ll come with you guys then.” Erik said.

“NO!” We both yelled as we began a mad dash back to the cart. We wheeled it to the corner and ran back allowing Erik to clothe himself in privacy. He yelled back he was done and we both let out a sigh of relief.
I looked over at Chris and spoke “I vote we never ever speak of this traumatic event ever again.”

“Agreed I vote we also never talk about the fact I tried to attack you without any clothes on as well.” He said sounding like me might actually be sick.
“Agreed. Now can we go and rescue the girls now. I’m really tired of seeing people who I would rather not see naked around here. I’m gonna need years of therapy to get over this now. Evil monsters and villains I can handle male nudity I cannot.”I cringed as the memory forced its way into my mind. Screw therapy I was gonna need a freaken lobotomy for this.

this is a little bit from a page in my first novel...... you may want to go on some antipsychotics now.
CaptainJackass CaptainJackass
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Aug 29, 2011