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” How Must I Beat Thee?<\/p>\n
by Gross Genitalia<\/p>\n
Toxic File #25<\/p>\n
Centre of Eternity 615.552.5747 HQ of Toxic Shock and The Esoteric Society
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An aborted fetus is a terrible thing to have in your house, especially if
\nyou are having friends over for dinner. Yes those nasty little bastards
\nwill rip you house clean down to the foundation, if they so desire, and
\nmake for very unwanted dinner guests. Nevertheless, Fetus the Destroyer sends
\nhis servant aborted and miscarried fetuses out on the job; they must succeed.<\/p>\n
Todd and Cindy were a happily married couple in their early thirties. They
\nwere very sociable people, and went often to parties and other social
\ngatherings. It was time to return the favor and invite some friends over for
\nan evening of chat, food, wine, cheese, the general goody-goody bullshit
\nadult party. Good idea? Yes. No. Hell no. Todd and Cindy did not know of the
\nFetal Existence. Yes one of those slimy little underdeveloped bastard fetuses
\nwas slopped down in a lawn chair in the garage.
\n The friends arrived. “Oh hi come into our happy home! Let me get you a
\nglass of wine and pick your nose for you!” and.other such friendly little
\nuncalled for gestures. The fetus heard these people having a merry and jolly
\ntime. He could not STAND it. He hopped down on his tiny little legs and
\nwobbled over to the stairwell. He pulled his way up and snuck into the den.
\nLuckily no one was around, so he snuck into a broom closet. One of the guests,
\nbeing a tremendous dumbass, spilled her drink on the tiled kitchen floor.
\n“Oh just get a mop out of that closet and it’s no problem to clean it up.”
\nThe fetus grabbed a broom and steadied it in his underdeveloped hands.
\n The guest opened the closet and grabbed a mop.Her eyes turned pale and big.
\nThe fetus stared onward through its large black eyes, futher horrifying the
\nlady.
\n “Good evening bitch. How must I beat thee?” With this the fetus rammed
\nthe broomstick down the lady’s throat so she could not scream for help.
\nHe then removed it, having demolished her throat, and began violently
\nbeating the shit out of the lady. The lady was critically hurt and fetus
\nstopped. With her last strain of life the lady looked at the fetus and
\nsaid “You son of a…” but the fetus stopped her and finished her,
\n“..bitch? Son of a bitch? No my mommy aborted me.” and with that the
\nfetus whacked her over the head with a powerful whap and cracked the
\nbitch’s skull. He dragged her into the closet before her brains had a
\nchance to ooze out of her head.<\/p>\n
Mary killed her baby. Billy the Stud Punk had raped her and gotten her
\npregnant. She aborted the baby. The baby was discarded but it grew into
\na fetus by Coathanger’s will. Fetus the Mighty took the apprentice fetus
\nunder his control and sent it out on a mission to find Mary.
\n The fetus traveled to the mall with a baseball bat in hand. He entered
\na back door at the loading docks of Sears. He had to bypass a nearby
\nsecurity guard. Easily handled. The fetus snuck up behind the guard and
\nsqueaked “How must I beat thee?” The guard turned around in a daze and
\ndrew his night stick in a daze; he saw no one behind him. The fetus
\nconked the guard’s foot with the bat and the guard looked down upon the
\ngrotesque slimy fetus. The fetus said “Aah, I know how I must beat thee.”
\nWith that the fetus slammed the bat into the guard’s groin. The guard
\ndoubled over in pain, and the fetus slammed a mighty slap of the baseball
\nbat into the guard’s skull. The fetus grabbed the cerebellum of the
\nguard’s brain and began to snack on it. The fetus dropped the baseball
\nbat and picked up the night stick. It walked off, still munching on the
\ncerebellum.
\n The fetus crept out into the main area of the mall. It wandered up
\nand down the mall incessantly, unnoticed by the passing crowds. Aaah!
\nWho did the fetus see? MARY. Mary the Bitch. Mary the Aborter. Mary the
\nKILLER. The fetus wanted Mary DEAD. He did not intend to go away
\nunsatisfied.
\n The fetus willed in power that only Mary see him. He willed that no one
\nelse notice Mary. Mary saw the fetus. And she screamed. Damnit, why the
\nhell did they all have to SCREAM and SHRIEK so loud and long? She
\nscreamed a scream of Death. Yet no one noticed her. She tried to grab
\npeople and beg for help, yet she passed right through them. The fetus
\nhad willed her to pass into an invisible dimension with him. He tapped
\nthe night stick against his hand and said “Um mm mm. You just HAD to
\nhave that abortion, didn’t you?” Mary was utterly confused, and frightened
\nto say the least. “Who the hell are you? What demon are you?”
\n “Demon, bitch? Demon? I am the child you killed.”
\n “But..but..I was RAPED! I couldn’t have carried you inside me!!”
\n “Oh no excuses, you loose whore!” The fetus leaped onto Mary’s chest and
\nsunk its razorlike claws into her breasts. Mary shrieked again and the
\nfetus pissed in her mouth. “Shut up bitch!” The acidic urine burned Mary’s
\nthroat to where she could scream no longer.
\n “How must I beat thee? Ah yes, I must…” OOOMPH! The fetus shoved the
\nround end of the night stick deep into Mary’s vaginal tract. Through
\nthe clothes he pushed it. The fabric snapped and ripped, and the night
\nstick rammed its way up. The fetus jerked it out quickly and whapped
\nMary over the head with the hard stick. Mary slumped to the ground and
\nthe fetus ripped off a breast for an afternoon snack. It walked away.<\/p>\n
Fetus the Destroyer was playing a game of Intergalactic Croquet one day
\nwhen Planet Earth really pissed him off by shifting on its axis and
\nknocking itself out of line with the last pole. “Damnit those Earthlings
\nsure don’t know how to preserve a planet! How Must I Beat Thee?”
\n Releasing his anger Fetus raised his Hyperspace Croquet Mallet high
\nabove his Fetal Head and slammed it down on the Planet.
\n The planet hurled through space, miscarried and aborted fetuses left
\nbehind to do work in other dimensions.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock.<\/p>\n
The Followers of Fetus
\n Fetal Juice
\n Bloody Afterbirth
\n Gross Genitalia<\/p>\n
