Somehow, the Sixth Dimension Led Me Into A Sewer
(sequel to "Hatari 2024")
I was craving spaghetti and meatballs, but everywhere around me smelled like a nuclear bomb of someone or several people's butts that exploded. Whenever you drive around on the main roads of deserts, you smell the sewer system because there isn't enough water flushing the toxic waste down. King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear's and my noses have been the victims of stink assault too many times. My nose is still on my face, but the olfactory senses put in their "right now" notice and up and left. I can't smell anymore. I put in an ad on Craigslist to hire new olfactory senses.
When we fart, we don't smell it. It just meshes in with the other unworldly scents this desert prison has to offer. The desert rats come up from the sewer to get air and go to the local Intergalactic Fitness to get a shower.
The water here smells like pool water, with extra chlorine to combat the stanky stank that is this sewer. We have had pool parties in the sewer, and occasionally we see Bob Wellington washing his underwear in the river. That water then says, "Oh Lawd." The water then turns black.
King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear tries to sleep as much as he can to give mercy to his nose. He is a very sleepy bear. Sometimes, he farts in his sleep. Sometimes, I smell his farts with the temporary olfactory senses.
Sometimes his farts are a musical ensemble I hear in my dreams. I couldn't tell you how many times he woke up to himself farting like the bear he was. One night fart even woke me out of a nightmare where I was being eaten by a sewer monster.
I told him, "Thank you for waking us up. I was being eaten by a sewer monster."
"What the hell happened?!" the bear asked in shock as he sounded half-asleep.
"I was dreaming that a sewer monster ate me," I said.
"That wasn't a dream. It's this world. The sewer monster chases my fat ass every day," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said. He licked his fingers. Then he remained chocolate-covered.
"Sorry to hear, C.C.B.," I said as I laid my head on his shoulder.
"It is what it is. That n***** has been chasing me since I was a wee cub," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said. He was the right color to say that word.
"How do you deal with it?" I asked.
"Keep running until I find a plunger. Then I beat its ass. Then we cuss each other out. Then he sends another monster after me that looks just like him. Then I beat his ass. He comes back. Persistent monster," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said.
"Did you ever think he chased you because he wanted to be your friend?" I asked.
"Yes. We were friends when I was a kid. Then he turned to drugs and alcohol," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said.
"So he chases you now because he wants you to turn to drugs and alcohol with him, get you inebriated, and eat you?" I asked.
"Yes. It's fucked up," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said before he farted. "Excuse my language."
"You're excused, C.C.B.," I said. "You're a good bear."
"Thanks, Queen Chocolate and Coconut-covered Mama Bear," he said.
I was a milk-chocolate and coconut-covered strawberry gummy bear.
"You're welcome. I love you. I'm sorry that monster is an asshole," I said.
"Yep. That's what drugs and alcohol does to people. It turns them into assholes," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said. "Let's get some rest and fight those assholes tomorrow. I'm very tired."
I was craving spaghetti and meatballs, but everywhere around me smelled like a nuclear bomb of someone or several people's butts that exploded. Whenever you drive around on the main roads of deserts, you smell the sewer system because there isn't enough water flushing the toxic waste down. King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear's and my noses have been the victims of stink assault too many times. My nose is still on my face, but the olfactory senses put in their "right now" notice and up and left. I can't smell anymore. I put in an ad on Craigslist to hire new olfactory senses.
When we fart, we don't smell it. It just meshes in with the other unworldly scents this desert prison has to offer. The desert rats come up from the sewer to get air and go to the local Intergalactic Fitness to get a shower.
The water here smells like pool water, with extra chlorine to combat the stanky stank that is this sewer. We have had pool parties in the sewer, and occasionally we see Bob Wellington washing his underwear in the river. That water then says, "Oh Lawd." The water then turns black.
King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear tries to sleep as much as he can to give mercy to his nose. He is a very sleepy bear. Sometimes, he farts in his sleep. Sometimes, I smell his farts with the temporary olfactory senses.
Sometimes his farts are a musical ensemble I hear in my dreams. I couldn't tell you how many times he woke up to himself farting like the bear he was. One night fart even woke me out of a nightmare where I was being eaten by a sewer monster.
I told him, "Thank you for waking us up. I was being eaten by a sewer monster."
"What the hell happened?!" the bear asked in shock as he sounded half-asleep.
"I was dreaming that a sewer monster ate me," I said.
"That wasn't a dream. It's this world. The sewer monster chases my fat ass every day," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said. He licked his fingers. Then he remained chocolate-covered.
"Sorry to hear, C.C.B.," I said as I laid my head on his shoulder.
"It is what it is. That n***** has been chasing me since I was a wee cub," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said. He was the right color to say that word.
"How do you deal with it?" I asked.
"Keep running until I find a plunger. Then I beat its ass. Then we cuss each other out. Then he sends another monster after me that looks just like him. Then I beat his ass. He comes back. Persistent monster," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said.
"Did you ever think he chased you because he wanted to be your friend?" I asked.
"Yes. We were friends when I was a kid. Then he turned to drugs and alcohol," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said.
"So he chases you now because he wants you to turn to drugs and alcohol with him, get you inebriated, and eat you?" I asked.
"Yes. It's fucked up," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said before he farted. "Excuse my language."
"You're excused, C.C.B.," I said. "You're a good bear."
"Thanks, Queen Chocolate and Coconut-covered Mama Bear," he said.
I was a milk-chocolate and coconut-covered strawberry gummy bear.
"You're welcome. I love you. I'm sorry that monster is an asshole," I said.
"Yep. That's what drugs and alcohol does to people. It turns them into assholes," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said. "Let's get some rest and fight those assholes tomorrow. I'm very tired."