After doing threesome with two penguins—Yes. Let that sink in—Johnson ran away from the lake with whatever water he stored in the metal bucket. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI(F)ire.net
He, like a molester of senior citizens, ran towards the prison to protect himself from the women and penguins without caring about his appearance at all.
Only after reaching inside the prison did he find his freedom. Irony peaked here.
He adjusted his uniform, letting his hair remain torn from the side of his head as he only wanted one thing after reaching the prison—Me.
The bastard wanted to use me as a way to cope with the lawsuit from PETA worthy trauma he faced in the lake.
"Come to me, Human. Take me to the dark side. Taste the penguin in me! Aaaaahhh!!"
Bro, you are going way too into this. What’s with that moan at the end?!
"I have no reason to taste the penguin in you. And also, your father is a liar."
"Don’t shout so loud, bitch! Why are you angry? Did someone called you handsome?"
"How dare you call my father a liar? I won’t tolerate that! He was the best father in the world."
"Bro, you have two fathers. Which father are you calling the best?"
"Both of them! They both are the best!"
"That’s their milk talking."
"Enough! I will make sur—"
"Shut up. I will make sure you know your father is a liar. First tell me this, I know your father is dead, but is your other father, who was your mother before, dead too?"
"Yes. Both of them are dead. My father died during a war lord Malthus waged against a planet. But my male mother died before my father. The reason? Well, my father killed him because he was against my father’s teachings.
My father was telling me about women but my male father accused my father that he was teaching me wrong. My father didn’t like it so he beat my male mother with a belt and in the end, killed him or her. I was seven years old at that time. And after that day, I only believed in my father. So I won’t tolerate any bad thing you will say about my father."
Geez. His father is an OG misogynist. Beating his male wife with a belt and killing him? And no one would say anything because he was doing this with a man. He found a loophole in domestic violence laws.
But I had to make sure Johnson walks a righteous and straight path. Emphasis on straight.
"Look, Johnson. Hear me out. I will ask you some questions and you have to answer them. This way, you will see what I am talking about your father and his beliefs. Alright? Co-operate with me here."
"Oh yeah? Fine. But if you don’t convince me, you will stay in my bedroom till your last breath. What do you say?"
"That is not a fair deal. You will just lie that you are not convinced just to sleep with me. I can’t accept that."
Johnson smirked. "But you told me you would make sure that I shall stop believing in my father. And if I stopped believing in my father, I would be devastated and would be in no position to have fun with you. I would be sad and probably kill myself as my life would lose the f from it and I’ll be left with only a lie. So no matter what, I can’t lie after you convince me that my father was a liar."
First, props where due, that use of f was creative and he made sense too.
He believed in his father all his life so when he would suddenly hear that whatever the old man told him was a lie, he would surely be devastated enough to not lay his hands on me.
"What if you just say you don’t believe me? You can just say, ’I don’t believe in whatever you say, human.’ This way, no matter what I do, you will just say you don’t believe me and I will lose the argument."
Johnson stared at me.
"... You are giving me so many ideas to win against you. Do you want me to touch you that badly?"
"Yeah, pal. You say you don’t want him but look at you, pointing out various ways to make him win against you."
"I am not pointing out ways. I am sure he must have thought of all this too."
"Nope. I wasn’t thinking a damn thing." Johnson came clean.
I gritted my teeth like a fat woman eating her nails because the waiter was one minute late.
Then I said, "Anghh. Fine. I take it back. Let’s focus on the main thing."
[ Yes. The main thing. The fire on your foot. ]
[ What could be the main thing if not that? You are literally burning, you dickinson! ]
’Oh. You gave Johnson’s father a nickname. Nice.’
[ What? Why would I give his dad a nickname? What are you talking about? ]
’Dickinson. That’s the nickname you gave. Dick-in-so—’
[ Don’t finish that. It’s my fault to speak. I will come when you are finished with all this fuckery which you are calling as the main thing! ]
The system went away and I wasn’t sure why he did that. I just used a little bit of wordplay there. And Johnson had himself told me that he had drunk his father’s milk, so Dickinson sounds about right.
Nevertheless, I let it go and did the main thing.
"Alright, Johnson. I am starting it. Open your ears. Perk your eyes. And see what I am about to say and hear what I am about to show you. Get ready."
"... You were wrong so many times there but I’ll ignore it."
Johnson focused on me and I focused on him. Jack watched from the sidelines while the system... well, it would probably be looking for ways to uninstall itself from my mind.
But the system can wait, I was about to burst some myths of Johnson. Starting from this moment on.
"Your father said if you look at women, you will turn into stone. Which is a lie, straight up. It’s like saying a writer gets laid just because he writes good."