Moot cowered as the doors to his panic room were being punched down. Every powerful Australian fist banging against them shook the rooms walls, and sent Moots framed images of Woody Allen and Shimon Peres falling to the floor. He backed into the corner but realistically he knew he had nowhere to go, as the door collapsed open under the Australian assault
What Moot saw in the doorway stunned him
A large, well tanned man, with an outback hat on his head and a Zyzz tattoo on his shoulder.
"G'day mate". bellowed the man, as he walked towards Moot. ''Get them poofter fucking skinny jeans off mate".
Moot knew he had to do as he was told. The last time he tried to fight an Australian, his website was destroyed.
"D-d-d-on't hurt me please", stuttered Moot, "I'll expose my anus like you exposed my janitors"
The Australian man smiled as Moot began to undress in front of him.
"Corr, fair dinkum mate, thats a pretty nice dick". Moot tried to smile at the compliment, but he couldn't smile knowing what was about to happen. "Listen mate" continued the Aussie; "You'll have to do a sexy dance, at the moment an erection is like a 4chan pass, I'm not getting one because Moot isn't doing anything for me"
Moot stood up and began to sway his body from one way to the next. He could see the Aussie begin to smile, and he could see his penis begin to stand. Moot was, at this point, in tears, and completely humiliated. "Thats right mate, keep crying you soft bloody wanker" laughed the Aussie. "The floods of tears right now could drown Queensland", he bantered.
Moot looked at the Aussie and got down on all fours. He turned round and said "P-please, just fuck me and leave"
The Aussie laughed once more and looked at Moot
"What do you think I am, some sort of poofter?".
The Aussie left the room, with moot by himself, in a puddle of tears, his anus exposed to the open air.
