=====!!!!!WARNING!!!!!=====
=====!!!!!AUTISM!!!!!=====
The room was softly illuminated by the glow of RGB lighting, the dimly lit room swirling through the colors of the rainbow. The silhouette of a beast with the lack of muscle definition and poor hygiene slowly quivers and shakes between short gasps of breath; its poisoned mind focused on trying to receive some sort of stimulation from what it once had but now lacks. But suddenly the door is flung wide open, standing only five-foot-one and extending a foot into the room while somehow also being on the other side of the door frame was the most loyal retainer to the Troon Empire.
"Q-Q-Queen Keff-alls! They're back! The Farms are back online!" echoed throughout the room.
His concentration broken combined with the inability to cum had soured Keffal's mood. "I told you, not to interrupt me Ralph."
"I-I-I know! But they're back, that hate filled doxing site is back!" stammered the gun, visibly shaken at the thought of people being able to laugh at his retardation.
"Then just leave it to me. Not only was I able to have the fastest growing thread on the website; I was the only one who was able to take them down in ten years." Keffals growled as his hand continued to vigorously massage his crotch area.
"So, uh, what are we gonna do?" questioned Ralph, his resolve restored, as he listened to his Queen.
Turn around in his chair, with the complete lack of lower garments Keffals spreads his legs; "Don't you worry your alcohol addled brain about what to do. I've done it once before and I can do it again. What you should be concerned with is what are you going to do about the problem we have right now."
A lump forming in Ralph's throat as he tries to slowly back away; "I-I-I don't know anything about that."
Balling his free hand into a fist, Keffals slams it down on the chair's armrest, "Don't lie to me you dumb fucking redneck! If you want that site to stay down so people can't ask you about your HIV diagnosis, you'll do what needs to be done. Now come here and fix the problem you created."
Ralph tries to hide the grimace of disgust that spreads across his face as he steps into the room that smells of rancid meat. Doing his best to not breathe through his nose, he slowly waddles towards Keffals, stopping short when commanded to do so.
"Where is your collar?" the Queen inquires.
The nervousness in Ralph's voice only grows with every new word; "I-I-It almost killed me. I was watching a documentary about David Carradine and how he died from stranglebation... I thought I'd give it a try, but the collar broke."
"You truly are a dumb fucking animal, but that can be trained out of you." Keffal's deadpan delivery only mirrored by the soulless look on his face, as he hikes a leg up over one of the chair's armrests. "Now come, your Queen requires attention."
"Oh Jesus-Fucking-Christ" Ralph thought to himself as he knelt down before Keffals. Unable to find a clothespin or something to help him hold his nose closed, he holds back a gag as he moves to make the second worst decision of his life. Never understanding his situations are the result of his actions and throwing in with the worst people; all because of a website that laughed at him and said he should be sacrificed to the corn.
It's good to be back, y'all are my favorite niggas.
