>walking through the park, a Wakko Warner appears.
>you have to know what he's really got down there. this is your only chance, damn the risks
>one good solid grope and you'll have all the information you need.
>is it really as smooth as it looks? will your hand pass over a subtle sheathed bump, or will a finger graze over something moist?
>this'll be difficult, he's so short, maybe if he leaned forward a bit your options would improve
>take our your wallet, "accidentally" flip it over his head
>"I'll get that for you!"
>pretend not to hear it so you can get on the ground too. and when he picks it up you'll have a reason to put your hand out, too!
>both of you on all fours.... even up close, he looks completely matte black.
>your reach your hand out, but you don't feel anything.
>your hand just keeps going. your arm keeps going, you should at least be feeling the front of his shirt by now
>my god, it's as if the entire black part of his body is a portal to empty space
>pull your hand out, maybe he didn't feel it either.
>your wallet is in it.
>Wakko turns his head to look you in the eye, winks, and scampers off, still on all fours.
>nothing's missing from your wallet, but the faces on all the dollar bills and photos are replaced with his.
>you have to know what he's really got down there. this is your only chance, damn the risks
>one good solid grope and you'll have all the information you need.
>is it really as smooth as it looks? will your hand pass over a subtle sheathed bump, or will a finger graze over something moist?
>this'll be difficult, he's so short, maybe if he leaned forward a bit your options would improve
>take our your wallet, "accidentally" flip it over his head
>"I'll get that for you!"
>pretend not to hear it so you can get on the ground too. and when he picks it up you'll have a reason to put your hand out, too!
>both of you on all fours.... even up close, he looks completely matte black.
>your reach your hand out, but you don't feel anything.
>your hand just keeps going. your arm keeps going, you should at least be feeling the front of his shirt by now
>my god, it's as if the entire black part of his body is a portal to empty space
>pull your hand out, maybe he didn't feel it either.
>your wallet is in it.
>Wakko turns his head to look you in the eye, winks, and scampers off, still on all fours.
>nothing's missing from your wallet, but the faces on all the dollar bills and photos are replaced with his.
