The Jihad Party Boys are fat and sassy. They lay about with bloated bellies full of rich yolk from Mean Queen's eggs. Mean Queen is very depressed. She has not shown her face for days. Her daughter has gone out to do errands using Daddy's V.W. Mean Queen knows that few, if any, eggs will be left with this new storm coming.
So many were ate in the last deluge. Now, those Jihad Party Boys that did not eat their fill or have made room for more eggs are about to climb the walls of the bunkers and search for what is left of Mean Queen's eggs. It will take a miracle to rescue any from the foul bellies of the Party Boys.
Already there is talk among them of a dance to celebrate their great fortune. They desire Trans and Drag Queen to ply their arts for the amusement of the Jihad Party Boys. So great have their bellies extended. Never in many many years have they ate so well. They cannot see their cheap black shoes when they stand. They cannot see the zipper of their cheap, slick black pants. Buttons pop like popcorn on the stretched cheap white shirts they wear.
Eunuch has taken its comb to the encrusted dried yolk in their beards. It has tried to lick the yolk to soften it some from the wiry hairs, only to have the Jihad Party Boys push it away. The eunuch waits though until the Jihad Boys are asleep and then sneaks up to lap their beards some more of the tasty dried egg yolk left on the Jihad Party Boys beards.
The eunuch takes the dried bits of yolk from the comb and mixes in the milk from one of her teats. It's an elixir. A powerful potion to smooth wrinkles. Trans and Drag Queen will pay dearly for the potion for it will erase years of debauchery from their bodies.
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