I would like to make a small request for the /lit/ boards here.
Last night, I dreamed that Milhouse was tired of not being a meme. His little brain just snapped. He decided he would kill all of the other memes for revenge.
His first target was Gaston. He cut off Gaston's dick and ate it while Gaston watched. Gaston ended up crying. There was blood everywhere.
Then Milhouse was going to Spengbab's house, but I woke up.
I would like some gurolit where Milhouse rapes, tortures, snuffs up, but mostly kills memes in the most violent ways possible.. Any meme will work. Go to work.
Let's see if we can kill them all.
Oh man someone do Milhouse and Suiseiseki.
Desu is required.
Milhouse stroked his cock as he stared at the dead yellow form below him, a knife jammed into its back. He couldn’t wait to buttfuck the dead sponge.
He got Spengbab pretty loaded with booze. After that, it was easy. One swift crack in the head with Spogepiz’s spatula, and Spgipip collapsed, unconscious. Milhouse drug him to the car, loaded him into the trunk, and took him to the hell that was Milhouse’s safe house. It was all too easy.
Once there, he had ripped off Spungpopp’s legs and arms, while Spootput writhed and screamed. The limbs grew back quickly, only to be ripped painfully off once again. For hours Milhouse tortured the deformed and retarded sponge, his cock growing harder and harder all the time.
With Gaston it had been different. Milhouse wasn’t turned on at all my humiliating, torturing, and killing the brutish man. Gaston, of course, had been his first kill. Gaston was different. Gaston was what a man was supposed to be, with his chiseled features and rugged demeanor. He had whacked off Gaston’s member and eaten it, while making Gaston watch the act, but he had not felt any pangs of sexual attraction at all, he just wanted to humiliate Gaston as much as possible.
It wasn’t until a week after he killed Gaston that he began to find a sexual attraction in killing others. He kept on thinking back and realizing how much power he had over the other memes. They had everything, and he was taking it from them. Soon, only the great Milhouse would be left.
But he felt a certain kinship with the sponge. Like Milhouse, Schlipfuck was a loser. The yellow fucker was really the bottom of the barrel. Why did people love Soupbork? Why didn’t they love Milhouse the same way? In the end, Milhouse didn’t give a fuck. They wouldn’t love the yellow shitpile after Milhouse fucked its dead corpse.
He had pretended to let Spunkbeb go, waited until the fuckhead got a few steps away, before he plunged the knife into its back. He felt the shock of the blow reverberate through Sujnoob’s body, felt the sponge’s heart beating through the handle of the knife, felt his own cock throb as it pressed against Spherpe’s backside when they hit the floor. Then it was all over.
It was heaven, knowing what he wanted to do now, throwing off his own pants and pulling the square fucker’s pants down to its ankles. Within seconds, his precum was dripping down his long shaft.
Spurfbork’s bottom had several holes in it, since it was a sponge and all, so Milhouse set out, fucking them all. Each one felt different. Some were tight against his large dick, while some were wet and gaping. As he fucked the pitiful meme more, he could smell the alcohol within the wretched beast. He could feel it burning his cock, but it was a good feeling, exciting Milhouse even more. Finally, Milhouse had too much. He pulled his dick out of one of the many holes in Suuhpyeb’s backside and stroked himself until he blasted his load all over Sorpbub’s canary square butt. He watched, with a smile on his face, as the sponge material soaked his jism into itself, and his white hot love sank into the dead pile of shit meme.
He laughed, an evil and insane laugh, and stood up. It was then he noticed something odd. Spunkbeb’s arm twitched.
As he watched, with amazement, a groan escaped the pitiful form on the floor. “Mhrhfjrfuzz…whyy yu stbf me, en teh eyye?” And it struggled a bit. It tried to pull itself up. The knife, however, had went straight through its body, and now the blade pinned him to the ground.
So, the damn piece of trash wasn’t dead yet, thought Milhouse. He watched as the arms reached out, trying to grasp something for support. Milhouse just laughed again. He walked around, to the front side of the idiot meme, and reached under him. He grabbed the sponge’s good eye and yanked hard, pulling it out of its body. Milhouse gazed into it.
It stared back, a long yellow optical thread still attaching the eye to what passed as a body. Panic seemed to grip the body, and it writhed in pain and anger, trying to escape. Milhouse just spent a long minute staring into the eye, and then laughed once again.
“Hey, Spengbab,” he said. “You remember that booze you sucked down earlier? All that stuff is still inside you, huh? You fucking sponge. Do you know what happens when you catch on fire now?” Milhouse reached into his pocked and pulled out a lighter, flicking it open and dropping it onto Speebgark’s back. It lit, and soon a massive fire was burning on the sponge’s back.
The monster screamed, his limbs now flailing out in pain, as the fire consumed him. At the last moment, Milhouse squeezed the eye in his hand as hard as he could, bursting it open in a bloody mess within his palm. One last scream of pain issued forth from the burning meme’s mouth. Then it was all over, and the ugly fucker was dead. Really dead this time.
Milhouse melted some marshmellows while he waited for the smoldering body to stop burning. He enjoyed a great snack that night, smoores roasted over a burning Sootboll . And the next day, he used the ashes and dirt left on the floor as a toilet, letting his piss and shit mingle with the remains of the now-dead meme.
And that is how it is done, motherfuckers.
