- >walk into Gamestop
- >ask for a copy of Atelier Totori
- >spaghetti slowly drips from my pockets
- >oh god not again
- >face gets red
- >"Please give me a copy of Atelier Totori right now."
- >"I don't know what that is. What platform is it on?"
- >struggling to contain my embarrassment
- >clenching asscheeks together to hold in my shit
- >meanwhile spaghetti is flowing out of my pockets
- >voice reduced to a mumble
- >"have money please alterlier toroti give money please game"
- >"Are you ok?"
- >shit breaches through my asscheeks
- >propelled forward at 60mph
- >crash through the Gamestop employee's counter
- >he's holding on to me for dear life
- >all the while spaghetti is flowing out of my pockets like fumes
- >crash through the entire row of buildings in the strip mall, broken glass shards in my face
- >yelling "ATELIER TOTORI PLEASE MONEY ATELIER GAMESTOP TOTORI"
- >Gamestop employee is covered in shit and spaghetti
- >my pocket rocket shows no signs of stopping
- >he tilts me backwards
- >the sheer force of my shit has reached 650mph, we are now propelling upwards
- >the spaghetti and shit intertwines and falls down to earth in glorious yellow and brown streams as we head towards the stratosphere
- >children below frolic in the mess falling from my anus
- >the g-force is causing my asscheeks to flap vigorously and create a gale
- >spaghetti and shit blowing through the air on the planet below
- >3 miles upwards now
- >Gamestop employee has died from lack of oxygen, his body falls to the surface below and is shredded by the force of my shit
- >my transformation is almost complete
- >as I leave the atmosphere my bear hands sprout and my tail grows, acting as a rudder
- >steer myself across the cosmos with my gleaming shit and spaghetti trail
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