Jason and Aaron jogged down the hallways to the generator room.
"Why'd they send us?"
"Dunno, man. This sucks."
"No shit, though. I don't give a fuck how hot those chicks are, this is some freaky shit! And not the good kinda freaky!"
"No way."
"I mean, I can dig some freaky shit, you know?"
"I hear that!"
"I mean, there was this one chick I knew, man, her name was Clarissa, and she had the freakiest fuckin' mind I ever saw!"
"But the good freaky."
"Right. She was a freak, not like a circus freak, you know what I'm sayin'?"
"I know what you're sayin'."
"Naw, she was more like- like the Rick James kinda freak."
"Rick James."
"Yeah. Superfreak."
"Hey man, we're here."
They stopped jogging and took a moment to catch their breath. They turned on their flashlights and slowly opened the double doors. They listened, motinoless, but didn't hear anything.
"Hey, man."
"What?"
"What do we do if we see one of these freaky chicks?"
"You mean the bad kinda freaky?"
"Yeah."
"Not the Rick James kinda freaky."
"Naw."
"Cause if we see a Rick James kinda freaky girl, I'm gettin' all up on that."
"Right."
"But if we see these circus freaky kinda girls, I'm gettin' my ass the hell on up outta here."
"Kay."
They split up to cover the whole room. They walked slowly, shining their flashlights in every corner. Aaron could smell something in the air- he wasn't sure exactly what. Something smelled different. It kind of... turned him on. He started thinking about the Bridgets... man, they were hot. His dick started getting hard. Gotta focus. The generator. The generator. Gotta turn on the generator. The generator. Gotta turn on the generator. Man, I'd like to turn on some fuckin' pussy right now. No! The generator! He turned a corner and there was a Bridget standing right in front of him! He seemed to catch her by surprise, as she was sitting on the ground. She didn't seem to have a dick.
"Help me, please... I broke my ankle!"
"I don't think so. You're one of these circus-freaky bitches everyone's talking about!"
"No I'm not!"
He paused. "You're not?"
A noise came from his right. He turned his flashlight and saw Jason walking towards him. "Man, what the fuck are you doin'?"
"Nothin'."
"Who the fuck you talkin' to?"
"This girl here."
"Man, that's her! That's one o' her!"
"She says she's not."
"No shit she says she's not!"
"Naw man, I think she's cool."
"Man, I'm getting my ass the fuck up on outta here! Maybe there's..." And his voice traiiled as he turned and saw another Bridget standing right behind the two of them, erection aimed and ready to fire. "...another." Jason body-checked Aaron and they both fell into a storage closet, just as Bridget fired. They heard a scream, and the a gurgling sound, as the Bridget with a broken ankle got covered.
Jason grabbed the first thing he saw, a camera tripod, and ran out of the room screaming. He struck Bridget across the face, and she collapsed, unconscious. They both turned back to the cum-covered Bridget on the floor. Aaron turned to Jason.
"Hey, dude."
"Yeah."
"What happens when they slime each other?"
"Um... I dunno, dude."
"Well we got a few minutes. Let's fix the generator."
What does happen?
Fri Jan 16 18:07:30 2009