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A Truely Modern Prometheus By Zach Seemayer BOB: Aww, billy, you look so sad. TOM: Yeah, well i got some bad news from the doctor... BOB: Oh no, im so sorry. What was it?.. TOM: It turns out that i am made entirly of spit and belly button lint. BOB: OUCH! wow, that sucks man..what does it mean? TOM: Well, it turns out im a humonculus. BOB: You mean a creture made by a scientist or sorcerer to do its bidding? TOM: Yup...my dad was a wizard. BOB: How are you just now figuring this out? TOM: Well i always did think it was weird how fluffy soft i was. BOB: So, do you do your fathers bidding? TOM: Shit no! He can clean my goddamn room if he wants it clean. BOB: I heard Homunculuses... homunculi?... well, anyway, i heard you guys were brought to life using electicity. TOM: Some of us are. Not me tho. BOB: What brought you to life? TOM: A pack of wild alaskan huskie sled dogs. BOB: How does that work? TOM: Im not really sure myself. BOB: So why belly button lint and spit? TOM: I guess my dad/maker didnt have better materials. BOB: Arent you supposed to be like made of stone or gems? TOM: Well, thats the lucky part, he had enough to give me a marble penis. BOB: Lucky son of a witch... |
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