The story so far:
The Tails Doll finished up on the back of Proximate's head, blasting its cottony load in waves all over the drivers seat. Justin's **** was now bleeding, full of dust mites, and had Herpes. He didn't care one iota.
"And what is the- UGH! That felt so good, we really will need to involve Bob Saget in this next time- total summary of this drug addled, Jew blaming rant of yours?" The teen idol shrugged, pulling his pants up in the process. Proximate simply wiped off the sperm coated window in front of him and made a clear enough space. His mind was on other things, but he was still high enough to finish one thought for another.
"My point is, that the Neo-Americano Jew-corpromediojusirprudence seizes every opportunity to milk the last **** cent off of people in need. It's subtle, it's not like standing on some collapsed bag of guts in the street and taking his bottle of night-train. It's maximizing the profit in situations where it's easiest, in situations where people have no choice but to give you everything they have."
The Tails Doll simply faded away, its LEDs blinking sadly at Justin, who in turn, called a random number for the first dewey eyed girl to enter back stage to be sacrificed to the devil for his continued success. "You know, some people would view that as despicable behavior from a religious group that had been previously a scapegoat for the loss of world war one."
Proximate got a little perturbed at his passengers comment as they arrived at their destination.
"Why is that despicable!? Because it reminds me of a **** barnacle for some reason, or a **** tape worm. If you're into aesthetics, picture how gorgeous a planet infested with **** parasites would be, after you heard a mocking bird sing. Now get the **** out of my car you ugly son of bitch. AND TAKE THIS CREEPY DOLL WITH YOU! I NEVER LIKED THE JOE PATERNO MOVIES!" proximate roared as the bloodied, broken, half dead car sputtered and sparked.
Justin did as he was asked, looked at the doll that looked like Joe Paterno. He noticed that there was a pull string, and that the ring looked like it was covered it bloodied ****. The doll's face was also covered in scratches, chips, splits, and in some places, it looked like there was burnt on sperm. As he walked to the gates, he pulled the string to hear what the curious looking thing had to say. "I Believe that in kindergarten, deep down in your child's ****, that theyre destined to do great things. like my dick."
Justin thought this was hilarious as ****. He pulled the string again. "Besides pride, loyalty, discipline, heart, and mind, confidence is the key to all the locks. Just like my dick is the oversized key that needs to be shoved in your five year old son's ****! Now THAT's a touch down we can all look forward too!"
He giggled like a school girl, and heard a near by giggle in return. A little distracted, he hunted her down, ripped off her arms and tore off her breast, crammed everything inside of her, and then throat **** her with a broad sword that just happened to be laying around.
He returned to the gate, all the while repeatedly pulling the draw string.
"Its the amount of my sperm on the front of the kid's face that matters most, not the amount on his back."
As he arrived at the gates, the butler introduced himself. All in all, Justin simply kept pulling the draw string on the hilarious little pedophile quoting doll.
"Losing a game is heartbreaking. Losing your sense of which kid you have tied up in the basement that I want to shove my huge man meat into first, should it be the one dressed like a cowboy, the one in a sheep costume, or the in S and M gear? That is the tragedy." Justin had to agree with that quote.
"My name is Substance Jay, but my master calls me Substandard. He's been awaiting you. Eagerly, also supreme lulz at the attitude that asserts that things aren't that bad, because my gated community is still secure... often, replete with a side order of get a job, stupid." Justin simply waved him off as he entered the branding iron inspired gates. Still, he continued to pull the drawstring. The doll's voice was like a hive of Pedobears, roaring as they raped their mornings first child.
"Publicity is like poison; it doesn't hurt unless you swallow it. Unlike my dick, because if your kids don't swallow it, I'll just pound my man hammer into thier tiny poop shoot in a race against the priests to see who can **** the most children."
"Capitalism is dying." Substance stated plainly as they walked along the hall of decapitated hookers and gigilos. "Sorry if that untucks your shirt."
"It doesn't," Justin replied, "my shirts always untucked. What else is there?"
"It's dying because inifinite growth is not possible on a finite planet. Period, end of story." Substance laughed nervously, Justin finally noticed that he had a gas mask stapled to his face and that it was hooked up to a meth tank that had been welded to his back.
"What the **** is wrong with you!?" Justin asked, cocking his head to one side, then the other.
Substance shrugged, his shoulders twitching as another hit of meth blasted him in the face. "Just by looking at the International Energy Agency and Energy Information Administration's data for the past seven to eight years, it's clear we've reached those natural limits."
"What if the numbers lied to you?" Justin asked, getting the feeling that he was going to run into a lot of weird, fetish addicted druggies along the way.
"THE NUMBERS DO NOT LIE!" The butler screamed in a fit of meth rage.
"And what if growth isn't the answer?" Justin asked calmly, pulling the draw string on the Jeo Paterno doll again.
"Child Rape without honor is an unseasoned dish; it will satisfy your hunger, but it won't taste good. Because I know that I like to lick my own man juice out of their ripped and bleeding holes, while their parents watch in traumatic horror behind several layers plate glass windows." It seemed the doll wasn't just quoting, it was actually saying the lines with a hint of hunger. This pleased the being from the moon immensely.
"Growth is the promise of more tomorrow." Substance proudly explained as he was **** creeped out by the Joe Paterno rape doll.
"What happens when that promise is no longer guaranteed?" Justin asked him, ignoring the signs that they were approaching the doors to Bob's theater of rape and full house reruns.
"This is precisely the root cause of why credit markets are suddenly bursting." Substance asnwered like some sort of pratteling moron.
"What makes you say that?" The teen idol answered, pulling the draw string a few more times, giggling with each saying the demented doll spurted out.
"The minute you think you've got the kids taped down and greased up, disaster is just around the corner. because when i give them the old thrust of Thor's hammer, they slip out of their restraints and snap their necks when they slam against the wall." Justin roared happily.
"The will to go balls deep in that daffy duck costume wearing **** is as disturbed as it is important, but the will to prepare is vital." Substance was horrified, Justin was laughing even harder.
"When a team outgrows individual performance and learns team confidence, excellence becomes a reality. This is what I tell the boys down at NAMBLA orgies." Substance threw up, Justin made him suck it out of the carpet.
"You have to perform at a consistently higher level than others, don't be afraid to donkey punch your victims. That's the mark of a true professional." The butler vomited up again, Justin beat him with a horse whip.