"This isn't a costume political rally? I'm gonna kill that Klaus!"
Meanwhile in Bunker B33 - "I told him it was a costume political rally!"
Elsewhere in Bunker B33 - "Your guile arouses me, Klause! I don't care if I am Richban's wife! Take me!"
Gretchen massaged Klause's Nazi genitals. Her long, bony fingers kneaded them lovingly." "Oh, Gretchen," Klause moaned uncontrollably, pushing her luscious red Nazi lips down to his blood-engorged Nazi phallus. Her Nazi tongue played lovingly with his Naziness. "You've been a Nazi girl, haven't you, Gretchen." "A very Nazi, girl" Gretchen cooed, adding "Swastick it in me!" Just then, Richban burst in! "Gretchen, you whore! And Klause! That's twice you've made a fool out of me tonight. First this ridiculous outfit, now, with my wife performing Nazi fellatio on you! I'm so angry...so very...very...ANGRY!!!!!!!!!" What happened next in Richban Tobor's brain is unfathomable. The part of him that was Richban, loving husband and father of 8, died. And what burst to life in his stead was a monster. A horrible horrible monster. And Tobor would have his revenge. Tobor would find a way to make all people feel the pain he did inside. Tobor would...Tobor would... "RAAAAAR!!! TOBOR WILL CORNHOLE YOU!" The End
