Destory All Humans 2: Make War, Not Love
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Amigos Deus Espontáneos
Where had the time gone?
Cryptospridium-138 had asked himself, waking up on the right end of a khasmir curtain bed, two human female with exposed, fleshy powder breasts the size of small, woodbarrels mowing at his underlegs like cats feasting on exquisite milk. Secretly concocting a human breast and pheromone fume, accumulated into a simple rolled up tobacco disguised as the human "pot" from Pox's lab chemicals was brilliant, and had made Crypto happier and happier ever since the two hippy chicks, Sammy and Louise, had begun following him in their way-too-small clothes and lesbian mannerisms in spirited hope of leads on the "made money socialist party: that was the US Government.
Not many humans on this mudball knew he was the President of the United States of America; Sure, there were some reminders of the American Branch of MAJESTIC still after his phallus, and maybe a few pot-wigged crackpot conspiracists who thought every leader of more than 20 drug-abusing hillbillies was of extraterrestial origin, but Pox had cleaned up most of those ends with his own calculated agents. Crypto's position would not be discussed or revealed to any extent, and even after they had soaked up enough Pure Furon DNA, humanity would continue to reproduce, giving Planet Furon as much "pure, sex-reated hyper activity as needed" and Crypto his own personal "playtime".
"Mr. President..." Louise, her blond hair dangling below what remained of her dolphin bra and her left boob, said in a low, epoc voice, "Are you ready to sign those documents?"
Crypto stirred, shaking his head and letting his panely, bead red eyes focus on his secretary. He remembered; Louise wasn't a hippy chick he'd hopped up on his own, specifically-designed brand of marijuana, she was just the stereotypically busty secretary who had, without even being affected by his Furonian mental abilities, fallen in love with his alien "package" after inadvertently witnessing him in the act of what the humans had dubbed "happy creaming", or masturbation as he recalled it most recently.
Of course, being a 60s furo-superior, possibly the only one in two-thords of the millions of Furon-controlled planets other than Pox who furiously worked to replicate the procedure unto himself, who was he to consciously debate whether sexually tantalizing (in a manner of speaking) one's own constantly reliable secretary was wrong in the scale of the universe?
Cryptospridium-138 had asked himself, waking up on the right end of a khasmir curtain bed, two human female with exposed, fleshy powder breasts the size of small, woodbarrels mowing at his underlegs like cats feasting on exquisite milk. Secretly concocting a human breast and pheromone fume, accumulated into a simple rolled up tobacco disguised as the human "pot" from Pox's lab chemicals was brilliant, and had made Crypto happier and happier ever since the two hippy chicks, Sammy and Louise, had begun following him in their way-too-small clothes and lesbian mannerisms in spirited hope of leads on the "made money socialist party: that was the US Government.
Not many humans on this mudball knew he was the President of the United States of America; Sure, there were some reminders of the American Branch of MAJESTIC still after his phallus, and maybe a few pot-wigged crackpot conspiracists who thought every leader of more than 20 drug-abusing hillbillies was of extraterrestial origin, but Pox had cleaned up most of those ends with his own calculated agents. Crypto's position would not be discussed or revealed to any extent, and even after they had soaked up enough Pure Furon DNA, humanity would continue to reproduce, giving Planet Furon as much "pure, sex-reated hyper activity as needed" and Crypto his own personal "playtime".
"Mr. President..." Louise, her blond hair dangling below what remained of her dolphin bra and her left boob, said in a low, epoc voice, "Are you ready to sign those documents?"
Crypto stirred, shaking his head and letting his panely, bead red eyes focus on his secretary. He remembered; Louise wasn't a hippy chick he'd hopped up on his own, specifically-designed brand of marijuana, she was just the stereotypically busty secretary who had, without even being affected by his Furonian mental abilities, fallen in love with his alien "package" after inadvertently witnessing him in the act of what the humans had dubbed "happy creaming", or masturbation as he recalled it most recently.
Of course, being a 60s furo-superior, possibly the only one in two-thords of the millions of Furon-controlled planets other than Pox who furiously worked to replicate the procedure unto himself, who was he to consciously debate whether sexually tantalizing (in a manner of speaking) one's own constantly reliable secretary was wrong in the scale of the universe?