Avengers Assemble

Brand Fistcock strode purposefully, his mind a steel hard on, towards the Cabinet of Penises. In the distance large explosions were big. Like big penises. Big lonely penises that nevertheless enjoy the mighty solitude of the cultural wasteland that looks just like a forest of stupid penises.

The Cabinet contained many kinds of penises, but all of them were penises. Brand Fistcock pocketed several of these penises and even put one on his mouth like a thoughtful student with a pencil. But it was a penis. And it was in his mouth.

Turning on his heel with a penis in his mouth Brand Fistcock strode even more penisfully to the carefully marked exit of his Fortress of Obviousness. His final battle with the guy who was mature and didn't constantly talk about dicks was about to commence. Penis. Penis penis penis.

 

"I'm a protester."