11-18-2006, 05:49 PM
Happier than a pervert at a porn convention, Spopovich walked along the streets of West City, sipping his extra large soda and taking in the sites. The sidewalks were crowded, filled with the hustle and bustle of busy little people going about their little business, so the veined warrior opted to walk in the street.
Cars swerved to avoid the idiotic man, drivers honking their horns and flipping him off before continuing on. Returning the strange gesture, which he assumed was the city-dwellers? version of a wave, Spo grinned in delight that he had made so many friends today. They must have known he was new in town, because he?d even gotten his drink for free. The man who gave it to him just said he was going to call a ?Mr. Cops? and started talking on his phone.
Suddenly, Spopo was interrupted in his thoughts as a hovercar veered a bit too late and knocked his cup from his hand. Looking down at the spilled beverage, he felt a swell of sadness fill his heart, feeling as though his life was ruined in that one instant. Unfortunately, that wasn?t the only thing he felt. All that liquid on the road brought to mind something he hadn?t noticed with all his sightseeing. The big man had to go.
Rushing to the nearest building he saw, the hulking brawler was dismayed to see that there was already a line for the bathroom. His father had always told him that he should wait his turn, so he did, albeit reluctantly. It wasn?t long before he was fidgeting like Michael Fox, and the line hadn?t seemed to move at all! Finally, Spopovich just couldn?t wait anymore and, amid protests from the people in front of him, shoved his way towards the head of the line.
?Hey fucker! How about you get your ass back in line? I?ve been waiting all morning for this and I ain?t about to let some balding dumbass get in front of me,? a gruff voice from behind Spop said.
?But!? The mentally-slow fighter began, as he turned to face the man, ?I reeeeally have to go!?
?Listen pal, we?re all anxious to get in there, and you ain?t no different than us. Now get back in line, or I?ll make ya get back.?
About to reply, a sudden piss-pang hit the shirtless human, and he lifted a knee to help hold it in. When he did said knee drove itself into the midsection of the protesting man, making him double over in pain. A second urge hit Spopovich and he brought his hands down to hold his member, slamming his fists into the back of the other fighter?s neck as he did.
Finally, the feeling subsided a bit and the warrior from Penguin Village looked up to finish what he was going to say, but when the shirtless human saw that the man was sleeping he continued to the front of the line. What he found there was disappointing, for instead of a bathroom there was a table set up with nerdy guys sitting at it. Luckily, right behind them was a porta-potty, a nice, shiny, silver one.
Smiling in relief, Spopovich tried to go around the table and get to his sanctuary. A voice from the table stopped him short, unfortunately.
?I saw what you did out there. That?s exactly what we?re looking for. You?re a shoe in to get in. All I need is for you to fill out this paperwork,? a blonde secretary said, sliding a paper towards him and picking up a camera.
Two flashes blinded the big guy, which was a lucky break for him, as he didn?t know how to read.
?You do it, my eyes hurt from your stupid camera,? he said, inwardly proud of how cleverly he?d bluffed the white-collar worker.
?Very well, sir. I just need a few things, and then you can be on your way,? came the words that brought joy to the besieged bladder of the childish brawler. ?First, I?ll need your name.?
?Spopovich.?
?Ok then. And your last name??
?Spopovich,? was the repeated answer, this time sounding a bit annoyed.
?Oh! I?m sorry sir; I thought you gave me your first name...?
Eraser scribbling furiously, the secretary fixed his mistake before saying, ?What?d your first name then, Mr. Spopovich.?
Growling in anger, Spo shot the secretary a look that would have been more at home on a five-year-old. ?Stop being stupid, stupid geeky guy! Hurry up so I can go!?
A bit flustered, the poor blonde man skipped that section, ?Uh? what can you tell me about yourself??
That was a tough question, and the urgency to pee was forgotten as Spopo?s mind worked furiously to answer.
?Uh? I?m Spopovich. I?m from... Um?I like to have fun and?? Frustration took over, right about the same time that the pain in his abdomen returned, so he decided to cut it short, ?And that?s all. Hurry!?
Laughing, the man jotted down a couple lines, remarking, ?Wow, you sure are anxious to do this. I guess that?s all I need. The security tape of your fight should be fine.?
Laying the sheet into a stack of others just like it, the attendant stood and gestured to his client.
?Follow me and we?ll have you in right away.?
?Thank you!? came the sincere reply from the large man following him to the silvery booth. Spopovich hurried in, pants dropping around his ankles before the door even fully closed behind him. He?d finally made it, the relief of a good piss setting in almost immediately. Suddenly, something unexpected happened.
A new feeling filled the half-naked warrior, like a thousand tiny pinpricks all over his body. It dissipated almost as quickly as it had happened, so Spopo gave it no further thought. That is, until he looked up and noticed he wasn?t in a booth anymore. No, unfortunately for him, he was standing on a metal pad in a strange room. All eyes were on him, and he blushed instinctively, and continued pissing. After all, it was just too hard to stop halfway through.
(OOC: If it wasn't obvious, this is from Earth)
Cars swerved to avoid the idiotic man, drivers honking their horns and flipping him off before continuing on. Returning the strange gesture, which he assumed was the city-dwellers? version of a wave, Spo grinned in delight that he had made so many friends today. They must have known he was new in town, because he?d even gotten his drink for free. The man who gave it to him just said he was going to call a ?Mr. Cops? and started talking on his phone.
Suddenly, Spopo was interrupted in his thoughts as a hovercar veered a bit too late and knocked his cup from his hand. Looking down at the spilled beverage, he felt a swell of sadness fill his heart, feeling as though his life was ruined in that one instant. Unfortunately, that wasn?t the only thing he felt. All that liquid on the road brought to mind something he hadn?t noticed with all his sightseeing. The big man had to go.
Rushing to the nearest building he saw, the hulking brawler was dismayed to see that there was already a line for the bathroom. His father had always told him that he should wait his turn, so he did, albeit reluctantly. It wasn?t long before he was fidgeting like Michael Fox, and the line hadn?t seemed to move at all! Finally, Spopovich just couldn?t wait anymore and, amid protests from the people in front of him, shoved his way towards the head of the line.
?Hey fucker! How about you get your ass back in line? I?ve been waiting all morning for this and I ain?t about to let some balding dumbass get in front of me,? a gruff voice from behind Spop said.
?But!? The mentally-slow fighter began, as he turned to face the man, ?I reeeeally have to go!?
?Listen pal, we?re all anxious to get in there, and you ain?t no different than us. Now get back in line, or I?ll make ya get back.?
About to reply, a sudden piss-pang hit the shirtless human, and he lifted a knee to help hold it in. When he did said knee drove itself into the midsection of the protesting man, making him double over in pain. A second urge hit Spopovich and he brought his hands down to hold his member, slamming his fists into the back of the other fighter?s neck as he did.
Finally, the feeling subsided a bit and the warrior from Penguin Village looked up to finish what he was going to say, but when the shirtless human saw that the man was sleeping he continued to the front of the line. What he found there was disappointing, for instead of a bathroom there was a table set up with nerdy guys sitting at it. Luckily, right behind them was a porta-potty, a nice, shiny, silver one.
Smiling in relief, Spopovich tried to go around the table and get to his sanctuary. A voice from the table stopped him short, unfortunately.
?I saw what you did out there. That?s exactly what we?re looking for. You?re a shoe in to get in. All I need is for you to fill out this paperwork,? a blonde secretary said, sliding a paper towards him and picking up a camera.
Two flashes blinded the big guy, which was a lucky break for him, as he didn?t know how to read.
?You do it, my eyes hurt from your stupid camera,? he said, inwardly proud of how cleverly he?d bluffed the white-collar worker.
?Very well, sir. I just need a few things, and then you can be on your way,? came the words that brought joy to the besieged bladder of the childish brawler. ?First, I?ll need your name.?
?Spopovich.?
?Ok then. And your last name??
?Spopovich,? was the repeated answer, this time sounding a bit annoyed.
?Oh! I?m sorry sir; I thought you gave me your first name...?
Eraser scribbling furiously, the secretary fixed his mistake before saying, ?What?d your first name then, Mr. Spopovich.?
Growling in anger, Spo shot the secretary a look that would have been more at home on a five-year-old. ?Stop being stupid, stupid geeky guy! Hurry up so I can go!?
A bit flustered, the poor blonde man skipped that section, ?Uh? what can you tell me about yourself??
That was a tough question, and the urgency to pee was forgotten as Spopo?s mind worked furiously to answer.
?Uh? I?m Spopovich. I?m from... Um?I like to have fun and?? Frustration took over, right about the same time that the pain in his abdomen returned, so he decided to cut it short, ?And that?s all. Hurry!?
Laughing, the man jotted down a couple lines, remarking, ?Wow, you sure are anxious to do this. I guess that?s all I need. The security tape of your fight should be fine.?
Laying the sheet into a stack of others just like it, the attendant stood and gestured to his client.
?Follow me and we?ll have you in right away.?
?Thank you!? came the sincere reply from the large man following him to the silvery booth. Spopovich hurried in, pants dropping around his ankles before the door even fully closed behind him. He?d finally made it, the relief of a good piss setting in almost immediately. Suddenly, something unexpected happened.
A new feeling filled the half-naked warrior, like a thousand tiny pinpricks all over his body. It dissipated almost as quickly as it had happened, so Spopo gave it no further thought. That is, until he looked up and noticed he wasn?t in a booth anymore. No, unfortunately for him, he was standing on a metal pad in a strange room. All eyes were on him, and he blushed instinctively, and continued pissing. After all, it was just too hard to stop halfway through.
(OOC: If it wasn't obvious, this is from Earth)