Eaten By Ants - Part 2

luckily for our ambiguous plot structure and the stern requirements of partisan doggerel the ringing coin toss bounced then came up tails and fortune directed that the box be opened gingerly gripped in two slender shaking hands by Pepper d'Angelo Olympic pole dancing medalist and Global Emissary to the Panphibians of Tortuga voted to the task by her many heart throb fans on account of her total existential disinterest in all but the firmness of her unsparing ta tas wary with fitting prudence seized the initiative insufferably slowly her fingers hands and arms shaking with rapidly multiplying violence undid the latch lifted the glinting polished lid her arms now lost in a paroxysmal blur the smell of gardenias was overpowering across the land dogs began humping again as a lustrous cigarette paper sized rectangle fell at Roman sandal-clad Pepper's feet toenails done in a pale peach skin tone so you could barely tell they were there she bent down reaching ever so slowly lifting it past her ankles then her knees deliberately past her coochie her navel up up up over the Jell-O mold mammaries up further to the cross-eyed focal point her wet lips parted her voice thin and reedy then expanding into a mighty sonorous trumpet it says... act in a genial manner towards one another even if it is an utter fiction pasted onto your face and it makes you suffer the crazy charade with your empty smile a beacon of sincerity the world's inhabitants stood in bandaged silence scratching their heads and muttering rays of golden light pierced the cloudy overcast robin redbreast tweeted on his bouncing perch our intrepid galactic transients Hoo and Watt looked down upon a great Happy Face gliding in majestic orbit around its yellow sun and merry banjo music filled our ears