And then Dabbler ran into the rec.room, his neck wrapped in a giant bandaid. "You'll never get your penis NOW! Muwahahahahahahaha!!" And then he ran back out of the room. "And what about him?" Penispuppet asked. Jason sneered, "Oh, him. That arrogant asswipe is so full of himself. He actually believes that by backlinking his episodes he can stop me. But I am more powerful than even the fabled Backlink!"
And then Wyrm ran into the rec.room, followed by a big, busty babe in a hockeymask. "Your words cannot hurt me, foul cretin!" Wyrm boasted proudly. Jason just scowled at the man and then pulled out a very large eraser. Wyrm and the hockeymasked babe turned around and ran back the way they had come. Wild Bill Hiccup whistled appreciatively, "Wow, that was one hot tittied momma. I wonder what she looks like under that hockeymask?" Jason turned to him and kicked him in the shin.
And then in walked none other than the greatest Author to have ever deigned to be a part of the grand epic we call the BEAddventure. The Bowler Fucker!
"Hullo chaps," he smiled. "Anyone for a bit of table tennis?" The other Authors stared at him in quiet awe (and they also had no idea what table tennis was.) "Ping Pong, my dear fellows," the Bowler Fucker amended himself, "table tennis is ping pong." Everyone laughed heartily. Those Brits sure did know how to fuck up the English language. And then they all politely declined. They explained that they were on a quest to find Jason's penis. "Really?" the Bowler Fucker replied, "You know, I was just passing through the baseball field and happened to notice Phallus-J tossing the old ball around with a young penis I'd never met before. Perhaps they can help you."
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