Young? I'm 58. You might as well call me starboomer.

Dis gun b gud

The moonlight glistened off of his steely rod, which he wielded deftly. The androids quivered with anthropomorpic envy while onlookers pretended not to notice.

Rotating the ignition to the off position, focused blankly on the fading clouds of warmth from each exhaled breath, @starjello's thoughts were elsewhere. Like a child lost in classroom daydreams, the more he tried to make sense of the past week's seemingly interconnected events, the more disconnected they became. "Isn't that what they would want me to think?" star thought with defiance. Several minutes after his fingertips grew numb the painful cold set in, and he realized moving inside to the warmth of @pmyb2's arms was probably for the best. Being wrapped in Boob's arms always had that special quality that allowed one to look at the world with a clear head. Looking up at the window, the shadows showed more than one was inside. A pang on anger hit the pit of his stomach, but he knew to keep his cool in times like these. He slowly closed the car door to not alarm anyone of his presence. Standing outside the front door, he could hear two voices. The first pleaded, "C'mon. I know you want to. It won't take long, and we can keep it our little secret." The second voice, obviously Boobs, replied, "I don't know what you expected coming here today. I only let you in because you seemed like you genuinely needed my help." Relief washed over starjello, and he quickly opened the lock and threw the door open. Seeing who was at the door, the man standing before starjello had a shit-eating grin on his face as if he had succeeded stealing victory in some twisted game, but his face and luminous glow were familiar. His name was @drstrangegovt, and he was at a meeting of Mossad agents held in supposed secret. Starjello knew that his cover was blown, and that he could no longer follow the trail. "But how did they know? What mistake did I make?" star thought. It was then that drstrangegovt stood up to address the two of them.....

To be continued...

Ohhhhh Poal fan fiction!

Neat!

A smart young college student of journalism stared gayly at his computer screen. There was nothing new to report.

Slow Newsday, I suppose. You can come up now.

A head rose from between his legs, a swarthy man, with the look of a Native American about him, and a little bit of spittle dripping down his left lip.

Nothing yet?

No, thought Starjello

Nothing yet...

Starjello gently put his hand onto the back of Boob's head, caressing his hair lightly, before forcing his head down into his lap, with a superhuman vigor.

Boobs expertly took it, and didn't even gag once.

And @AOU...

He spoke silently in Chinese while he watched...