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Misery and Mysogeny - Vanessa Gibson - 01-10-2016
We see Vanessa and Veni, Vedi, Vici, the three midget Vanessa Gibsons walking into a Kentucky Fried Chicken. There's no line, and the teller greets the foursome.
"Hello, ma'am, welcome to KFC, what can I get for you today?"
The girl at the register is barely 16.
"We'll take a 20 piece wings, all hen meat."
"I don't know if we can..."
"Don't thrust your cockmeat on us."
The teller goes wide eyed as she presses some buttons and looks back at the rest of the crew working the KFC kitchen this night. She nods her head 'yes' and waves her hand as if to say 'go with it, this crazy person won't tell the difference' as she does. The rest of the crew nods in silent approval, understanding the way customer service works.
"Okay, yes, ma'am, 20 piece wings, all hen meat. Anything else for you?"
"I'll take a large Mistress Pibb and three small Mistress Pibbs."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, we have Pepsi products."
Vanessa scowls in anger as she turns around and drops her pants, showing her ass to the teller. The three midget Vanessas follow suit. They bend over, and spray the teller with their menstruation, melting her with it's acid spray.
"How dare you make us kowtow to the patriarchy?"
"You sit here, and you propagate the image of a man in power. A Colonel. He sits on his golden throne, high and mighty, taking the product of the egg, the last bastion of femininity, and mutilating it into something fowl, something filled to the brim with testosterone and semen, all under the guise of presenting eleven herbs and spices to the masses, driving womyn deeper and further into the dirt. It's an old question, Dresdin, which came first; the chicken or the egg. The cock or the product of the womb. Colonel Sanders and his phallus focused business plan always say the chicken comes first, and everything else is a side. And Colonel Sanders didn't cook his own meals to serve, he found womyn to join in his phallus frenzy of penile production to distribute as much meat as possible, to give you the bone as often as possible, to cook and serve the chicken before the egg."
"Then you force your abortions on us with a doctor."
"Doctor Pepper. This is an absolute abortion of civil liberties when you deny us our gender-neutral, all refreshing Coca-Cola and Coca-Cola products. For some of us, Mistress Pibb is the only beverage choice that's logical when ordering fast food. Dresdin pushes Pepsi products on us like that dumb shit Mason Penis, and his Dr. Pepper. Jesus, Pepsi, penis, Pepsi, penis, when do you start to see the blur, there? When does your penis become a Pepsi, Dresdin? When do you look down at it and view it as some refreshing, delicious, mouth-watering treat that the human race has to thrive upon or else they'll fade out of existence? Your 9th birthday? 11th? It's from birth. You are toting a mobilized device for the service of Pepsi, day in, day out, and you know what? That's not fucking Coca-Cola, and it's not what any womyn wants."
"Suck your own straw, cause we all know this ain't the last."
A KFC employee, a teenage boy, begins the mundane task of mopping up his melted coworker. Vanessa smirks.
"Young penis, are you a virgin?"
The KFC employee looks up, dumbfounded.
"Uh, heh, no!"
He is less than convincing as he nervously laughs and looks around at everyone but Vanessa. Vanessa rolls her eyes as her smirk turns into a grin, almost as though she knows the truth regarding the complete intactness of the young man's cherry, thoughts of annihilating his man-hymen racing through her mind. She tosses a condom in it's wrapper and a tube of spermicidal lubricant to the lad.
"Oh, good, well, then you'll know what to do with this out in the parking lot. Hurry it up, I need a refill anyway and Donnie isn't responding to my texts. You a hockey fan?"
"Uh, heh, no?"
"Regardless, your feeble testes will thank you later. I promise you've never been with a womyn like me before. Do you like staring at me? Do you think of penetrating me when you look at my full voluptuous breasts? Do you want to take your penis and use it on me? Do you want to fill me with your filthy, worthless seed, and do you think your friends will think more of you, and treat you like more of a man for it?"
"I will dominate you like a man deserves."
The employee's eyes go wide.
"I dunno, my mom is coming to pick me up, she might be mad."
"Call your mommy."
"Tell her you're going to be late from work. Oh, and do you know anything about hockey?"
"No."
"Well, too bad, you're still playing for the Red Wings tonight."