The room was jammed full of hot sweaty teenagers clasping at their monitor screens. The girl, standing in the corner of the room, sat there giggling at the site. Her name you ask? SOHIPOCRITICAL.

She licked her lips, tenderly, biting and teasing. Spaceye, the dominant male clenched at his trouser legs trying to reposition his genitalia in such a way that it was noticeable to the other, quieter individuals. Kerpderp, the weak of the pack, layed down beside his bed and stared smiling. He knew that shit was about to go down and he could not bare to wait. As he was reminiscing this moment, heisenberg stared into the bottomless pit of the virtual world.

Pimp glasses at the ready, spaceye flicked his hair and made his move. The girl sat, listening to the sound of the saxophone played by the man next door. She was unaware on what was about to occur.

Lights out.

The girl's internet connection quickly evaporated into thin air. She disconnected leaving the boys sore in the eyes. They couldn't quite grasp what had just happened, they deteriorated inside. The girl had gone. Vanished from their computer screens without warning. Spaceye called out, hoping, wondering. His eyes drooping. He began to lose faith in society as the chat could not flourish without the existence of femininity. Kerpderp was also baffled by the sight. He had also had feelings for such a girl, such a girl oh wonderous with delight that he could not fathom what had just been ripped away from his life. The girl that every little tiny boy dreamed of.

Trampolinetales stared. His mushroom hat sunk onto his incredibly heated forehead. He looked down at the floor and silently whispered to himself. He made a wish. A wish for the girl with the tender lips and blonde hair to come back, and as he did, she reappeared in a puff of purple smoke. Her vest straps lingering down her arms. Hair ruffled and wild. She smiled at spaceye with her oh so twinkling eyes and put out her petite hand whilst patting down her hair. The gesture was unfamiliar to spaceye, as he was not a gentlemen unlike the storys had been told. He stared. Confused at the sight of this wonderful statue of a hand, he just sat. Hand in crotch. Poker face. Face to monitor to face with a girl that he himself could not have imagined in the inner most depths of his dreams. The girl had offered him to take her hand in dance. A dance which would express the love between every human being. A connection in which their hearts and souls would combine in harmonious love. The problem was, they were trapped. Trapped between virtual worlds forged together by compact wiring and hardware. He was unable to feel the touch of the young girl's skin. They both sat with lonelyness in their eyes, as the rest of the group watched from a distance.

Once again spaceye adjusted his pants, relieving the sweat from around his thighs. Both wish'd they could feel the soft silkiness of ones skin but alas, it was not possible. Knowing this, the girl still seduced him in attempt to please ones self. She grasped upon the intertwining fabric of her vest. Pulling and tugging. He gasped in astonishment and became empowered by hormonal urges, but yet could only stare at her beauty. The girl sifted her paws through her golden, flowing hair and bit her bottom lip. She was aroused. Spaceye excitedly fidgeted in his seat, grunting and moaning. The pack, which lingered upon them, whistled like dogs gazing upon her suggestive actions. She touched her face oh so elegantly. Her hands stroked her rosy cheeks, proceeding down to her mouth. She teased her tongue, whist spaceye could not help but to continue to adjust his position to sit watching comfortably in his dark dimmed room. Her hands traveled down her face touching every nerve softly to the point that she let out tantalizing whimpers of inducement. The teenage boys watched precariously in their chairs and on their beds. Spaceye lured her on, pleading for more, and so she complied. Her fingers slid down to her neck and she gave a petite smile towards the boys via the webcam. The tension was high. The boys were at their peak of arousement and spaceye could not hold his affection for the girl any longer. A pulse ran down the girls spine and she jolted erotically into the air, falling back into her seat. With her fingers positioned at her neck, she clasped upon her skin tightly and began to rip off the mask she had been unknowingly wearing. The girl in which all the boys thought they knew, surprisingly happened to be the one and only Terry Crews, and as the boys sat there in bewilderment, their genitals hyped with excitement, she uttered one single word,"P-P-P--P--P--P--POWER!"