The fist, backed by muscles that could move up to three tons of ship yard steel, slammed through the pinwheel's center, shattering it.
The boy's face still couldn't register what was happening as the fist pressed against his fragile cheek bone.
Shattering it along with half of his skull.
Causing internal trauma and bleeding.
The rest of the force followed as the boys neck slammed to the side.
His mind full of incomprehensible pain.
His eyes teared up, but another blow came aimed at his throat.
Crushing it as the grandson could only spurt blood.
Another ripped forward, aimed at his chest.
Shattering the sternum and connecting ribs.
Popping a lung, stopping the boys heart.
Ten more blows just like the first followed, juggling the small child in the air till he laid on the ground, bleeding profusely from a popped eyeball, a shattered and imapacted nose, torn flesh, and gashes in his body.
Jerry stood up, and drew out a hunting knife that seemed almost too big for comfort.
"My grandson..." He said sickly, "I'm gonna **** mutilate you so badly, that not even Tim Tebow will bow for you."
The Kraken slumbered, its thunderous snores drowning out the cries of the child, as well as the sudden silence that followed. Both Liam and Barney watched Jerry slide the knife between the corpses ribs, severing spinal columns, slicing apart tendons, and making a show of ripping the boys head, and some of the neck and back bone, from his neck. Liam smiled wickedly as he then began to reinvent the word skull **** in several new ways.
Back at Bob Saget's estate, Justin had just walked in on the slumbering mad man.
"Bob Saget! You and I have much to discuss about your other half!"
"Not interested. Barney Saget must not come back into being again, you REALLY do not have any **** clue what a sick bastard he is." Bob said, shivering where he lay.
"That is precisely why I want the man back in action, on the front lines! Why else do you think I-"
"Let me put it to you this way Justin, Omegalpha Virus or not, you are simply just a boy. Barney Saget won't just rape and torture you, he'll **** take bites out of you while he's doing those things as well. In front of your fans, while youre at a concert singing lulliby songs!"
Justin did not like being told what to do. "Are you inferring that you will not-"
"Not only am I inferring, I'm **** telling you that Barney Saget was the main reason why Barney and I split ways and never looked back!" Bob roared, waking up the Olsen twins.
Justin smiled curtly. "Bob saget, the sickest man on the face of the planet. The man, who, with his fellow cast mates, chased down and mentally **** over two strangers. The man who's perported to have **** over the Olsen twins more times when they were still children, is TELLING me that he's afraid!? YOU HAVE NO CHOICE IN THE MATTER! EITHER YOU COMPLY WITH ME, OR I'LL MAKE EVERYTHING YOU LOVE DISAPPEAR, AND THEN I WILL DEVOUR THE SCRAPS LEFT OVER!"
The former Full House cast member shrugged. "Go for it. I can't die, no mattter what you do to me... I can't die."
"Fine, Bob, I came here hoping to bring back the evil spark of deadliest black in your heart-" Bob had grabbed a spear, jumped out of his bed, and slammed it down Justin's throat, ripping it out the bottom of his calf, and threw him into the roaring fire place.
"Blackest heart? You have no **** clue boy, none at all. You think simply demanding the bastard that's as sick, or sicker then every horrible dictator, tyrant, murderer, rapist, pedophile, deranged serial killer, or fox news correspondent back in action is as simple as making threats!? I'll boil your skin off your muscles, roll you around in iodine and fire ants, feed you to a tank of cobras, slash off every apendage, sow your **** douchebag dick to your douchebag face, tear out your **** spine and rape every single childhood memory you have before you've even sold a **** ticket. My name is Bob **** Saget," He grinned wildly as Justin's skin began to blister and pop. "I have a black hole for a heart, let me show you the most depraved event horizon."
Timmy waited for the proper moment to say something. It wasnt often he could simply blurt out the first thing his demented little pot smoker mind could come up with. Hell, if James coud do it with zombies and Videos, than that meant there wasn't anything he couldn't do or say.
"Sorry if you take this place too seriously James, after all, the mansion WAS your only place of residence!" The rock star and the Baron high fived each other in total radness. James simply shrugged and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a half dead Videos was thrown into a giant meat thresher which led to a vat of acid.
Zombie Joe Jrazier, along with his liver spreading rape rabbit, launched themselves in Timmy's direction and drug him to the ground.
The host smiled, "You are still trying to be accepted here, Timmy. Therefore, you think taking opportunities to insult me will somehow increase your status. Insults don't get you anywhere in the gathering, displays of extreme sexual mutilation and world wide carnage do." The host snapped his fingers again, but instead of something violating him incredibly. A Tails Doll appeared. The four grown men looked at the two foot tall thing in bewilderment. "Maybe you should be yourself and independent rather than acting like a lemming. Just saying." He continued, pulling out a can of hairspray and a lit match. The tails doll not **** William Shatner sized balls of cotton.
"I don't take this place very seriously," James cooed. "I do take my opinions on subjects I feel strongly about seriously. For me, politics are a personal passion so whether its in forum or offline," James pressed lightly on the head of the can of hairspray as a rainbow colored stream of fire ignited the now screeching doll, the stuffed animal rolling on the floor. "Its something I enjoy talking about!"
Substance, yawned slightly. "Capitalism isn't dying, it just needs revitalizing in the form of small business growth! None of your post refutes what I said. It's like if I asserted 'TV rots your brain' and you just grabbed the remote and responded 'oh yeah, what about this channel?'." The butler said slightly annoyed at the possibility that maybe James was actually onto something. "I'm going to assume you believe growth is infinite, like most cons do." he leaped out of the chair he was sitting in, grabbed the rusted out anal speculum which was lined with ax blades, and slammed it through the Tails Dolls face. "If so, then you base that on what exactly?"
Proximate joined in the stuffed animal beating, finishing off a two pound sack of shrooms. "water, check out Al Gonkwin's podcast." The ax blade slashed through the stuffing as more Tails Dolls ripped out of the ground, like demented autistic children getting **** in the head by shotgun shells, as the two men were bombarded with gamma rays.
For no apparent reason, the Hulk stopped by along with Ghost Rider, Thor, and Barney Fife.
"DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN WHY!?" Timmy screeched, he was getting tired of Barney Fife always **** things up when they were at their calmest.
The hulk shrugged, put on a tiny latex glove, and began hulk fisting the five foot tall rock star. "HULK SMASH TINY HUMANS PROSTATE! MAKE HIM BLEED! GIVE HIM HULK HERPES! RAGH!" "NOOOOOO- okay."
James watched in epitomizing bewilderment as Thor whipped out his hammer. "I say to thee, BEND OVER THY RAILING AND TAKETH THY ANAL REAMING UP THEY ****, BY THE POWER OF AZGARD! OCCUPY WALL STREET SHALL NEVER DIE!"
"Why am I not surprised the protest turned violent? Because throwing bottles at police is a form of non violent protest, right?" The host asked with some curiosity as Ghost Rider sat beside him calmly.
"Yeah... We were bored, and the Govenator was all like 'Go forth and rape stuff! Like that bottle of Sprite or something... Yeah."
The host looked at his flaming skull, and just had one question to ask. "You do know your heads on fire, right?"
"Totally. Chicks dig it when I give them third degree burns in places they never thought they'd EVER get third degree burns." Ghost Rider said confidently. "So... You have any advice for the protesters?" the Govenators number one fister asked James.
After a few moments of deep, inner reflection, James spoke. "Protestors should take note that the Wisconsin protests were much more sucessful in gaining public support-"
Ghost Rider held up a finger. "Should we protect ourselves from Republicans?"
James nodded vigorously "Especially from Republicans and Indies."
Ghost Rider looked horrified, "WHY MUST WE NOW PROTECT OURSELF FROM INDY!?"
James shrugged and replied calmly. "Why? Because that dealt with actual workers rights being taken away, rights that we have EARNED, and those protests did not have the aggressive tone that Occupy Wall Street does."
Ghost Rider shrugged back and watched as Timmy Sin began screaming wildly as the Hulk slammed his cruise missile sized finger into the rock stars ****, eventually turning him into a bloody finger puppet.
"When a protest or activism is led by the extreme left-"
"Or right-" The specter interrupted.
"it almost always resorts to some level of law breaking or violence. Why? ENTITLEMENT PSYCHOLOGY."
"Well, that's only done by the douche bags who go insane and ruin it for the rest of us!"
"I want what you have-"
"Herpes? I've got two kinds, Space and seven hundredth circle of hell."
"and I'll do whatever it takes to get it, except for earning it."
"So... Give it to Anton then?" Ghost Rider asked nervously. He didn't like the sound of trying to rape Anton again, not after the thorough **** cleansing he had given him last time.
James shook his head as Sub Zero and Scorpion pulled up in a low rider with a few Luchadores.
"None of your post on the site refutes what I said."