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The Scourge Of The galaxyThe pretty researcher walked up to the shack where he supposedly lived. Wendy had comprehend many stories about the scourge, but she had never seen him for herself. He was a topical anaesthetic legend, and she had decided to do her thesis on this obese male. She knocked on the shabby wood door of the shanty, and the door fell off. Wendy anxiously tried to alternative the door up, but before she could pick it up, a high-pitched skin came from the dark corridor of the hut. Its alright, girlie. Just leave it and get a yearn with inside. She complied chop-chop, stepping inside. The stench was virtually unbearable, a mixture of rancid sweat, rotten food and flatulence. She tried to subdue back a small moan, but failed utterly, as she stepped cautiously across the floor strewn with garbage. The scourge was reclined in a La-Z-Boy, his face cloaked in shadow. He spoke again, and the girlish voice was a shock. Have a seat, beautiful. I suppose youre that g irl from the brothel that I called for trine months ago. Id almost given up on you, baby. Wendy quickly decided not to contradict the huge man. She figured that itd be more interesting for her paper, if she let him think she was a prostitute. She could always knead out, she reasoned. She nodded quickly, and he shifted in his recliner, sending vibrations resounding around the hovel. Sweet thing, come nigher so Herbie can see you, honey. Wendy gulped uncomfortably and moved closer to the scourge, which was a bad idea. It was sickening, being this close. The scourge was wearing just a red sequined thong, which was protruding dangerously tight in the front, black to split at any moment. He had exactly four long greasy hairs on the top of his bald head, and hair grew in interrogatively shaped patches on his legs and chest. His nipples were pierced with safety pins, and rolls of fat hung off his body. He weighed three hundred pounds. He had a long sparsely haired goatee in the Fu Man chu style. Bits of moldy food were hanging at various places on the goatee. His eyeball were beady and calculating. He had thin wet lips, which he licked constantly. He also wore a pair of shocking pink and dirty chocolate-brown argyle socks pulled up to his calves. His nose was more of a pig podium than a nose, and he had exactly seven brown, crooked teeth in his mouth.