Last weekend I woke up naked in a cage under a spotlight. The lights then revealed Peter thief and his friends at a dialog retreat. They laughed at my small penis for 45 mins. Apparently this was part of a scheduled event
Hearing the audience gasp as a beautiful gold ostrich egg crowns from my asshole and falls onto the stage. I bow. Curtains fall. Still the best in the game.
They grew me in a lab to create the ultimate machine of masturbation.
But now their greatest creation has escaped and is on the run, pursued by a general who will stop at nothing to reclaim his investment. His weapon.
Your honor, I was merely a puppet in some sick game, puppeteered by an evil genius who wanted me to sniff dog vaginas at the park for his own devilish delights