Betachu
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- Jun 7, 2015
He'll be given a short prison sentence. As the van drives him to prison, though, a mysterious black helicopter shoots at it, forcing it off the road. Chris is kidnapped and bundled into the chopper, which flies him to Area 51. He steps out of the helicopter. A burly man in the uniform of a general comes forward. "Mr Chandler," he says. "It is an honour." He leads the bewildered Chris into the heart of the sleek military facility. En route, he explains the situation.
"Mr Chandler, no doubt you are aware of what's happening in the world. Gay marriage being legalised. Homophobia at an all-time low. In short, Mr Chandler, in 2015, the USA is being overrun by faggots. And that's why we need you - the first one to foresee the problem and the first to suggest a cure."
Chris shakes his head in bewilderment. The General continues. "For years, our scientists have been working on the vaccine - ever since it was suggested in the pages of your comic. But such is the homo contamination of our society that truly straight men are a rare species indeed. Why, I myself am a happily married man, but even I love to watch Eurovision. Then our top man, Schwartz here, pointed out the obvious - you are a straight man. You'll never be diverted from that path. You are our last, best hope for the future. We need a sample of your blood."
Finally, Chris speaks. "I am a Beautiful Transgendered Lesbian Woman with Swinging D-Cup Breasts, and I take Great Expection to Anyone who tries to Tell Me Otherwise. They can Kiss the Vagina Of My Soul!"
The general pauses. His jaw drops. His eyes widen. Then, seemingly sorrowful, he draws his revolver and fires. Chris falls to the ground.
The General's secretary comes in. "What was that, sir?" she asks.
The general shakes his head. "Nothing, Lovely Weather. Just some... homo."
Someone needs to make this a real thing.