It was a rainy Wednesday night in 2015. I heard a screech followed by the sound of piss hitting my window. all the sudden i heard it open, and in flew the Iron Wizzer. he pulled out his cumbersome iron cock and began to taunt me with it. "You must bathe in my metallic piss" he said. i tried to leave the room but the door wouldnt open. "come, my child, and revel in my urine". I jumped onto my bed.
"Now, Hades, you will feel the power of my stream" spoke the Iron Wizzer. He unleshed a golden torrent of wizz. It soaked me as well as the matress. Suddenly, the Iron Wizzer stopped pissing and made the loudest flushing sound ever heard. His female associate then appeared and pissed in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. "I believe our work here is done, we must journey to starbucks and provide the millenials with our glorious yellow cream". The Iron Wizzer and the female who I assumed to be either his girlfriend or piss servant, flew out the window with a cold force.
I woke up in a pool of piss. I tasted it and it turned out to be my own. I think I was just dreaming.
