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Mini Morbid · (05-02-2019)

High atop the TALLEST PEAK in ALL of Mini Morbidonia, surrounded by spiderwebs of CRASHING LIGHTNING and in the rhythm of FUCKING THUNDER that caroms through the air like GOD DAMN DRUM BEATS the scene finds MINI MORBID!!!

The diminutive despot arches his nubile back and stands with LEGS AKIMBO! His hands balled into FISTS which plant firmly into his hips. FIRMLY! His fly is open.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The echoing sound of Mini's relief roses through the air, weaving between the sounds of thunder like DRAGONS FIGHTING TO THE DEATH. The blessed SURCEASE of his bladder's anguish will be spoken for for generations.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

His MOANS OF ASSUAGED PRESSURE resonate through the mountains in harmony, sounding like the THROAT SINGING of a hundred monks!!

From the snowy cap of the mountain's peak, a gleaming, golden arc of ROYAL MICTURITION cascades from Mini's heavenly height. The delicate curve of the GOD KING'S uresis flows as though from a fountain carved by Michelangelo! It falls through the clouds, piercing the sky as it descends and splatters across its target in a valley below.

At the bottom of this valley, in the MUD created from the voiding from Mini's IMMACULATE URETHRA sits a glossy 8 x 10 of John Rogan. It is his head shot from the time in 1995 when he had hoped to make a career AS A POWERPUFF GIRL!!! THE PHOTOGRAPH IS STAINED A NATURAL SEPIA TONE FROM THE GOLDEN URINE OF MINI MORBID!!!

The stream becomes a trickle. After no less than thirty minutes, the urination has ceased. Looking down at the erosion he has caused, and the ruined photo, Mini MORBID nods in self satisfied SATISFACTION. Then he zips.

"Puta."

He is carried back to his living chambers by a Pegasus.

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