That was it!. The brute in front whirled, grabbed the toasting fork, turned it and jabbed it straight into Tony’s crotch. The effect was incredible. Tony’s screams were incredible. The blood flow was incredible. But other angry fans above weren’t letting him off the hook either as punches rained on him from above while he was doubled up grasping his bleeding undercarriage. It took half a dozen security men to extract the seriously beaten and bleeding Tony and take him off for urgent treatment.
Tony’s writing plumbed the depths of depravity, but the toasting fork had plumbed his own plumbing.
Christopher 2 months ago
Love the last line!