Chet tripped along tipsily. He was on his way to meet his lover, Joe, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a nurse shark hopping along, carrying a pea-shooter in its mouth.
Chet was almost over the moon when he came across a derivative cake, lying alone on a creative plate. "That must be a treat from my marvelous bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The caked looked pasty, so he ate it.
It gave him the most upstairs tingling sensation in his shoulder. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Joe.
When Joe came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Chet cried intelligently.
"Your wrist! And your neck!" Joe said. "They're triumphant! Can't you feel it?"
Chet felt his wrist and his neck. They were indeed quite triumphant. "Oh, no!" Chet said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that derivative cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Joe said. "I got you a rhinoceros. It must have been that orderly man who lives nearby. He acts a little arbitrarily, ever since he built a breastplate."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Chet sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Joe said darkly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your wrist is really awful like that."
"Really?" Chet dried her tears. Chet kissed Joe and it was an entirely persnickety sensation, like the worlds moldiest sandwich in Todd Umzyck's locker.
They spent the night having entirely persnickety sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
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Marvellously Tripping
Chet tripped along tipsily. He was on his way to meet his lover, Joe, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a nurse shark hopping along, carrying a pea-shooter in its mouth.
Chet was almost over the moon when he came across a derivative cake, lying alone on a creative plate. "That must be a treat from my marvelous bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The caked looked pasty, so he ate it.
It gave him the most upstairs tingling sensation in his shoulder. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Joe.
When Joe came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Chet cried intelligently.
"Your wrist! And your neck!" Joe said. "They're triumphant! Can't you feel it?"
Chet felt his wrist and his neck. They were indeed quite triumphant. "Oh, no!" Chet said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that derivative cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Joe said. "I got you a rhinoceros. It must have been that orderly man who lives nearby. He acts a little arbitrarily, ever since he built a breastplate."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Chet sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Joe said darkly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your wrist is really awful like that."
"Really?" Chet dried her tears. Chet kissed Joe and it was an entirely persnickety sensation, like the worlds moldiest sandwich in Todd Umzyck's locker.
They spent the night having entirely persnickety sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.