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Mini Morbid · (05-20-2020)

The scene:

A brightly lit hospital training room filled with Mini Morbidonia's finest nursemaids-in-training. All are wearing the prerequisite miniskirts and fishnet thigh high stockings, and their genetically modified heaving bosoms heave as bosoms are meant to do.

On the floor is the dummy they will be practicing their life saving mouth to mouth techniques on - reserved to be used ONLY if Mini Morbid himself chokes on one of the many gloriously marbled and perfectly cut 5-inch thick bone-in ribeye steaks that Mini eats twelve of every night before bed.

The dummy is usually an anatomically correct replica of Mini himself, with PECTORALS and ABDOMINALS and GLUTES! SO MANY GLUTES!!! But in this case the dummy is for some reason dressed as XWF loser Boris. The virginal nursemaids are all understandably nervous and disgusted.

The head nursemaid points at the dummy and shoves the first maiden forward. She weeps as she opens her bodice, as she is instructed to do in STEP ONE of the MINI MORBIDONIA OFFICIAL MOUTH TO MOUTH FOR MINI MORBID ONLY RULES!!!

Mini Morbid himself then bursts from the chest of the dummy! The nursemaidens are all suddenly pregnant!

"LISTEN BORIS! YOU ARE A COWARD AND A SHIT STAIN! YOUR UVULA HANGS IN THE THROAT OF A SIMP!!!!"

"On Anarchy, I shall rend thee limb from limb, sending you back to the BALTIC HELL from whence you came! You will waddle due to the SORENESS of your ANUS!!!"

"Anarchy is not for the WEAK! I pity anyone who ends up drawing the short straw and teams with a frail specimen such as yourself! YOU ARE A PINKY MOUSE!!! My voice echoes like thunder ACROSS THE CAUCASUS!!!!"

Mini then pulls out a copy of the Anarchy card and looks more closely at it.

"MotherFUCK."

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