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You take your hands off the steering wheel and pull the robot hands off your neck.
You suck in air, taking what may be your last gasp...
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"RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! HEEEEEELP I'M BEING RAPED!"
The crowd laughs at you and calls you a sissy boy.
Shit...
Panic sets in until...
You see some incredibly handsome firefighters and holler for their help!!
The helpful hunkettes throw axes through your truck window (dickheads...) and one lands the axe square in the back of the alien robot, short-circuiting her and popping the FaceBook™ open again.
You seize the opportunity and rip the alien out and start eating it alive.
You bite the legs off at the knees and spit them out immediately. They're oily and slimy like a frog's legs.
In anger that you had to spit out your prey, you wind up a backhand, and let loose on the tiny alien, but it dodges and uses its microscopic teeth to bite onto your cock through your pants!!
You lose motor control of your arms and flurry your bit cock with balled fists, and let your foot slam on the gas...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
**KRRRRASSHHH**
The teeth let up off your cock, you can think clearly again.
You've found a pocket in between lanes in the tractor parade, and you're going at least 30 MPH when...
Tiffany crawls on your lap to bite your cock head again!!
You feel the warm wetness of blood from the first bite and flinch, making you snag a tractor's tire, veer off into the sidewalk, and crash into a lemonade cart, pinning the lemonade salesman into a telephone pole.
The airbags don't deploy.
Awkkwaaaaaaarrrrrrrddd.......
Gonna have to talk to someone about that, maybe get it into a dealer.
A rowdy mob of civilians, hunky firewomen and cops start crowding your cool truck, probably to take pictures and get autographs.
But you don't have time for that!!!
