Smash!!!! OH GREAT Brizz exclames as the wheelbarrow full of ice that carts Brizz's smoldering swollen and still glowing testacle ,ripps the paint from the door jamb entering his home office. Brizz then grimmices as he parks the make shift meat wagon adjacent to the home PC in an effort to approach the key board. As the sound of the ambulance sirene slowy fades into the distance Brizz glances down to wheelborrow once again,He now knows what a walnut would look like if had just survived re entry from outer space.
A cold sweat breaks out as the pain meds fade ,but Brizz manages to type a short message to Club Cobra before he slips into a deep testicular comma. Here it is.
BAtTeRY oK.. donT eaT spAAAAAce ............walnUTS....
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