'What the hell is this?' Thought Mike as he unboxed the strange device. It looked like a plastic toy gun with goofy eyes. The label said, the Cartoonator. On the otherside, was some crude writing. 'Looking for a fuck on the wierd side, step right up and give me a try. Aim and fire at anyone you seek, and they will become a whacky sex freak. Titties and dicks! Spunk, piss and poo,, one pull of the trigger and there all for you'
Mike laughed at the description. This had to be a joke. Still, he thought it couldn’t hurt to see what it did, if anything.
"Mike!... You in mate?"
That was Jack, Mike's room mate. Jack was jacked in every sense of the word. He was 21, 6 ft 2, had a strong, muscled build, and from London, studying sport. When he wasnt at the gym, he was either out with his friends trying to hook up with girls, or at his job as a bouncer for a gay club. His hair was short light brown, and he was normally clean shaven, with a handsome boyish face. He was a nice guy, execpt he was a bit of a fuck boy, and he smoked his role ups indoors sometimes. He knocked before opening the door to your room, grinning, ciggarette in hand. He was wearing his work uniform, a tight fitting black polo shirt, which showed off his beefy biceps and thick pecs, with SECURITY writen across the back and top left chest in white letters, with a pair of black chinos, thick black belt with silver buckle, and black leather shoes.
"There you are mate, you have to hear this. So I was on brake around the back of the bar when this girl comes right up and...."
Mike wasnt even listening, and Jack hadnt even noticed the wierd purple gun aimed at him. Mike placed his finger on the trigger, contemplating weither to fire.