You Scratch My Back, We'll Scratch Yours

Apr 15, 2003 07:05

A small military force of about fifteen just pulled into their camp in a forest. For no reason at all next to all the people grabbed the nearest gun, ran to the perimeter of their camp and started shooting wildly; there was no noise however. One of the male soldiers walked up to another soldier which just happened to be a three headed freak. From left to right there was a woman, a man and another woman. This three headed "It's" left shirt strap was torn and fell down on it's body revealing a female breast.

Anyways, the male soldier who walked up to it asked if it could scratch his back. It said yes, and had the male turn around. The three headed soldier pulled out something that looked just like a wide shaving razor. As opposed to a razor blade on the end, there were a series of turquoise balls lining the edge of this device. Protruding from each ball, were sharp metal hooks. The three headed soldier commenced with "scratching" the male's back with this thing. The male soldier somehow being oblivious to the whole thing just thinks they're scratching just like normal. When scratching his back it was as if his skin was made out of a soft rubber or clay material. When the hooks would scratch, small bits of "skin" would break off and fall to the ground.
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