Germy’s pale buttocks clenched with the sour emotion of the anal retentiveness he had grown so used to. And yet his trousers could barely hide his excitement. Addressing a room full of horrendously deformed mutants had at first been a bane, but it had become a rare and vital pleasure.
“Furthermore,” he continued, “the department's plan to bring the poor into a realm of untasted joy by killing them mercilessly has been supported by not only a number of people I go to church with, but also a few chaps I went to school with. They think I'm pretty cool.”
“Nerg!” blurted one of the mutants. He was one of the few blessed with the power of disembodied grunts. A few nodded in agreement.
“Listen,” said Germy, “I kiss my mother with a closed mouth, so I believe your trust in our policy should not be denied. A few of you will be fortunate to end up in death camps with clothes pegs attached to your scrotum. This is a good thing.”
The mutants arose from their chairs. Some understood what he had said. As the snarling rabble approached him, he barely held back a fright-induced turd as he edged his way to the secret passageway hidden behind the bookcase.
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