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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 02, 2015

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Submitted: January 02, 2015



Irving sat alone. He was watching nothing, and he was bored. He thought of wandering, but wondered if it was a good idea.

A lady sat next to him, and he grew nervous. He pretended not to notice.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he refused eye contact.

“Um. What are you up to?”

“Um. Nothing really. You?”

“Me neither. I just came here to rape you.”

“What!” Irving started.

She held him down.

“Fuck you!” He shouted.

He fired the cannon that was built into his cyborg chest.

She exploded into 50 clean slices.

Everyone gasped.

“I'm sorry,” he said. “It had to be done.”

“Wow,” said Emily, an onlooker. “I didn't know you had a cannon in your chest. Are you some kind of cyborg?”

'Yes,” said Irving. “Though I hoped to keep it a secret.”

“Your secret's safe with me,” she giggled.

And then they totally had sex.


The End



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