When you're starting your 7th pizza of the night after 4am when suddenly the FBI barge through your front door and slam you face first into the sizzling hot pizza grease on your table and order you to sit still while they cuff you after having found the 72 terabytes of illegal pornography you composed in the basement with the 17 children that had mysteriously gone missing in your neighborhood. As they keep your pressed against the delectable molten grease continues to burn your face off one of the child's fathers barges in behind and sticks his penis inside what is now your eye socket and thrusts it farther in and out as your brain contracts forcing you into a stammering spasm attack causing you to thrust forward into his crotch causing his testicles to burst unleashing an unholy tsunami of ♥♥♥♥♥ throughout the corridor of your leaving room leaving you and the officers to drown in the tar pits of ♥♥♥ that now line the walls of your room.

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