“WAKE UP, KENT WAYNE!” Jeff Bezos hollers. “PREPARE TO BE HARVESTED FOR YOUR EXQUISITE PUBIC HAIR!”
What the hell? I try to stand up, but my limbs are spread-eagled, shackled to a steel operating table.
Bezos adjusts the surgical light, exposing my unzipped crotch and my enormous unshaven balls, and twiddles his fingers like a roided-out version of Montgomery Burns. “Yes…Yeeeesss…the hair from these award-winning genitals shall serve as a worthy replacement for my once-luscious locks!”
“Just get a transplant like everyone else!” I rage. “This is completely unnecessary!”
“So are my daily infusions of pureed infant,” Bezos chuckles. “I hope you’ve been eating pineapple—most people think it does nothing aside from enhancing seminal flavor, but my chief necromancer assures me that it boosts the health of a man’s pubic hair.”
“WHAT?” I sputter. “That’s INSANE! And no—I don’t like pineapple! Whenever I see a pineapple pizza, I take a giant shit on it to improve the taste!”
“That’s a shame,” Jeff sighs. “Ah, well. Let’s trim those hairs, shall we?”
Absolute rage surges through me. “FUCK YOU AND YOUR OVERLORD WAYS!” And simultaneously rip my arms free in a display of Kent-smash Hulk-strength. Then I reach into my pocket and open my eReader to a Kent Wayne novel, activating its untapped reality-distortion potential. Magic flash.
My wrinkled balls begin quivering and twitching. “WHO DARES SUMMON ME?” They expand in size, eclipsing Bezos with their ponderous shadow.
Bezos falls onto his butt, scootching back on his hands until he hits the wall. “Please!” he wails. “Spare me!”
My balls respond with a thunderous laugh. “NOT LIKELY, FLESHLING! YOU FUCK WITH THE BULL, YOU GET THE ASS-WRECKING HORNS! YOU’RE TALKING TO AN ENTITY WHO USED TO BULLY CTHULU ON A REGULAR BASIS—PREPARE TO SPIRAL INTO THE DEPTHS OF MADNESS!”
“No!” Bezos shrieks. “NO!”
My testicles flex, unleashing a maelstrom of unholy smegma. Bezos screams and writhes, clutching the air with his shaking hands as the skin melts off his bones and sinew. I turn away and cover my mouth, tears of horror running down my cheeks.
I’ve won, yes, but at what cost?
AT. WHAT. COST????
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