Scootaloo

Literally everything is populated, so what's all this about "Everything just seems so dead"?
 
Either way, I guess I'll see you around. =/

Literally everything is populated, so what's all this about "Everything just seems so dead"?
 
Either way, I guess I'll see you around. =/

Clocktown is alive.
Pokemon is alive.
Jailbreak is alive.
Saxton hale is alive.
Teamspeak is alive.

As for the actual Admin Handbook, I feel that the /ban command is not being abused in any way here. Every scenario is different. Do I think that it could use a bit of updating? Sure. Things could be regulated a bit better and explained in further detail, but the /ban command is ours to use TO REGULATE SERVERS AND KEEP PEACE. That's exactly what I did by banning those 8 individuals for the excessive mic spam. I stand by my actions and can honestly say that a 5 minute ban would have just invited them back in to wreak havoc after the minuscule ban was over.
 
I act accordingly. I don't overreact. I think with a level-head and only act when absolutely necessary. But I won't apologize for it, and it definitely isn't "cringy".

Sorry it took me so long to respond.
 
I was flagged a few nights ago by one of our regulars saying that there was intense mic spamming going on in the Pokemon server. I logged in and joined the server to find 8 individuals, all with similar names and avatars, spamming the everloving hell out of the server. There was all sorts of nonsense, including the "FUCK HER RIGHT IN THE PUSSY" guy, some sort of satanic chanting, audio from one of Hitler's speeches, as well with a lot of other stuff. There was no mod on at the time other than myself.
 
Using /csay, I broadcasted to the server that this was their one and only warning to stop the spam or they would face a ban. This was obviously a group of trolls, but I felt it would be good to cover my bases and give at least one warning. When none of them ceased the spam, I proceeded to individually ban each member involved for a period of one week.
 
I feel the ban was justified. I gave a warning before initiating the ban of these obvious trolls. Later, when I spoke about these bannings with Bach and Kbraszzz in Teamspeak, I explained exactly what had happened to both of them, then Bach decided to lengthen the ban to Permanent.
 
I never initiated the Permanent Bans. I initiated week bans for what I thought was an intentional break of our rules. I tread VERY carefully when I hand out bans and only use them as a last resort, but I feel that the nature of the situation, kicking would have been ineffective.

Sorry it took me so long to respond.
 
I was flagged a few nights ago by one of our regulars saying that there was intense mic spamming going on in the Pokemon server. I logged in and joined the server to find 8 individuals, all with similar names and avatars, spamming the everloving hell out of the server. There was all sorts of nonsense, including the "FUCK HER RIGHT IN THE PUSSY" guy, some sort of satanic chanting, audio from one of Hitler's speeches, as well with a lot of other stuff. There was no mod on at the time other than myself.
 
Using /csay, I broadcasted to the server that this was their one and only warning to stop the spam or they would face a ban. This was obviously a group of trolls, but I felt it would be good to cover my bases and give at least one warning. When none of them ceased the spam, I proceeded to individually ban each member involved for a period of one week.
 
I feel the ban was justified. I gave a warning before initiating the ban of these obvious trolls. Later, when I spoke about these bannings with Bach and Kbraszzz in Teamspeak, I explained exactly what had happened to both of them, then Bach decided to lengthen the ban to Permanent.
 
I never initiated the Permanent Bans. I initiated week bans for what I thought was an intentional break of our rules. I tread VERY carefully when I hand out bans and only use them as a last resort, but I feel that the nature of the situation, kicking would have been ineffective.

So, some guy has a shit mic, gets asked to change settings, refused to, then gets banned. THEN, he bitches about it here, only to be shat all over. Then he posts to 4CHAN about it?
 
Oh man, this thread.

So, some guy has a shit mic, gets asked to change settings, refused to, then gets banned. THEN, he bitches about it here, only to be shat all over. Then he posts to 4CHAN about it?
 
Oh man, this thread.

+1
 
Armin has been around for fucking EVER. Get his ass in xG finally.

Do away with it. Give us a Surf and/or a Dodgeball arena instead. =p

RIP in Mona Pizza

+1
 
Because I'd be sleeping on the couch if not.
 
XD

+1
 
Because I'd be sleeping on the couch if not.
 
XD

For those who missed it:
 
50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

God dammit Muzzle. WHY?!
 
XD

Also, please know that I will not use anyone's name without first getting consent from the persons involved. @Kypari , @Tekage , @Popcorn...I know you do not wish to be used, so you won't have to worry about it from me.

Also, please know that I will not use anyone's name without first getting consent from the persons involved. @Kypari , @Tekage , @Popcorn...I know you do not wish to be used, so you won't have to worry about it from me.

For those who missed it:
 
50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

For those who missed it:
 
50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

Rhodo, I appreciate all the help, but after clearing my cache and deleting a few old certificates, Shoutbox is now working again, out of the blue.

Relevant.

Relevant.

For those who missed it:
 
50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

For those who missed it:
 
50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”