Vaggies messing with the anons

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #198
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Here's a touchin' story...

>some of the anons are telling dirty jokes
>after sitting in silence for a while, Stretch speaks up
"I know a good one!"
>the others quiet down, and he begins
"There was this old rich guy. He had seen everything the world had to offer, and craved some new thrills.
He hears about this prostitute who can blow you while singing the national anthem. Trouble is, she's hella expensive. Nevermind, it's worth a try.
He spends half his wealth on the slut, who guides him into a room, and sit him down at a table. She then tells him that she'll only do this with the lights off - y'know, to protect "trade secrets".
The old fuck agrees, and soon enough, he could feel her doing it, and she is singing the anthem, loud and clear.
So, the old guy gets really curious about this. Spends the other half of his wealth on the woman, and again, she guides him into the room, sits him down at the table, and turns off the light.
However, this time around, as soon as she starts doing it, AND singing, the guy immediately turns on the lights!"
>the others stared
"The first thing he sees is a glass eye on the table."

>there's a long pause, as they process it
>then, one after the another the look of disturbed horror spreads onto their faces
>soon enough, all of them are letting out an inarticulate cry of shocked realization
>meanwhile, Stretch is laughing his ass off, seeing the looks on their faces
>the yelling gain the attention of a certain mothy girl
>Vaggie walks up to them, asking what they're yelling about
>Stretch explains that they're telling dirty jokes, but when the Salvadoran asks him about the last one, he sheepishly replies that she probably wouldn't like it

>"Oh, is this the one about the glass-eyed prostitute?" she asks
>cue the anons' discomforted nods

"Do you know that one?"

>in response, Vaggie just smiles at them, knowingly
>cue the slowly spreading look of disgust and horror on every anon's face, as the realization sinks in
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>as the anons let out another round of distressed, disturbed cries (now with an additional voice), the latina saunters off down the hall, only to ran into a quite frankly disturbed Alastor
>the two exchange a long stare
>finally, the Radio Demon asks:
>"D͜i͝d y̢ou ͟rèally͝ ̀do i̵t̨?̡"
>Vaggie smirks:
>"Nah, I just let them stew in their own juices for now."
>in an instant, the disgusted look is wiped off of Al's face, replaced by his trademark grin - now looking impressed
>"Ooooh!͞ C̀l̢e̡v̷e̸r!͟"
>the mothy girl gives a smug smile
>"I have my moments." and she saunters off with an extra pep in her step