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>walk into Gamestop, ask for a copy of Atelier Totori
>"What?"
>spaghetti slowly drips from my pockets
>oh **** 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 ****, voice reduced to a mumble
>"have money please alterlier torti give money please game"
>"Are you okay?"
>**** breaches through my asscheeks, propelled forward at 60mph
>crash through the Gamestop employee's counter, he's holding onto 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 **** and spaghetti
>my pocket rocket shows no signs of stopping
>he tilts me backwards
>the sheer force of my **** has reached 650mph, we are now propelling upwards
>the spaghetti and **** 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 **** 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 ****
>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 **** and spaghetti trail
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