There once was a man from

for veteran benefits. It only served

it's purpose in amsterdam, which isn't

saying much as even the vaginas

. Rockefeller Sr., now resurrected, took a

massive shit on the floor, gazing

with a twinkle in his eye

at the now desecrated vigil for

an unknown number of seconds. Suddenly

the number of seconds became known.

Yet cock needed to be sucked

. My cock, to be more specific.

Gensokyo was in ruins, Tesla had

reconsidered all his life choices after

neglecting to suck Nameless's cock when

meanwhile in Africa every 22 seconds

, 22/60ths of a minute passes. Oh

sorry, got distracted. Back to cocks.

Tesla's uncle ran a cock fighting

governmental institution based in Nepal, however

his house rules were quite unorthodox.

For instance, the KGB, on numerous

visits was advised to wait patiently

for little magical (cock fighting) girls.

The cocks themselves were required to

cross the road to get to

the arena, however they often escaped

to throw themselves off a building.

That circumstance made Tesla deeply depressed,

later that day, he was found

at a theme park having fun

, but only shortly before killing himself.

All the cocks mourned Tesla's death

for a bit, but then stopped

in lieu of a greater tragedy;

Richard Stallberger was found dead in

the plot of a Chinese eroge

which many of the cocks played

and had many hot gay sex

with one another whilst playing it.

In the eroge, you would expect

no mention of Richard, let alone

a chapter dedicated to Richard's untimely

demise at the hands of the

bukkake ghosts procured by the magnificent

Saitama Public Bukkake Ghost Procurement Department

(open weekdays 11 to 5). In meatspace,

no one is anonymous, not even

Richard Stallberger (1963-2026). Circumstances alone

would dictate that he be immortalized