“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ALAN?!!”
The scientists refused to answer the distressed man. As the guy in his late twenties continued to cuss and swear and rampage angrily to no avail.
Jerrold Long, formerly Jerrold Zheng when Alan was his husband, was tied to a chair in the middle of a moderately big storage room. Filled with liberal rainbow coloured flags, American modern trinkets and nothing Asian.
He was 5ft 6, which was probably why he took on the name Zheng instead of the opposite. He had long hair which resembled a rockstar, tattoos and piercings decor on his semi Asian-Caucasian face.
He had a lean lanky body, dressed in a MONSTER tank top with tattoos all around. Black hair with blond streaks, wide eyes with traces of an Asian goatee. RIPPED Jeans and gothic army boots donned below his rebellious nature.
If Alan was liberal, this guy takes on a whole new level. No wonder Alan got influenced, this guy is a walking disaster. Too much varying heritage, too much devil-music influence.
Thank God the Scientists stepped in to end all this, and you know what they say-the bigger they are the quicker they fall.
“I refuse to take that Serum even if you kill me YOU SHITBAGS!”
Unknowingly to Jerrold, the scientists did not inject the serum into said Asian. They were trying a new method which is similar to an air-borne disease. As the corrupted engineers and biochemists put on their gas masks, the humidifiers turned on, turning the stale liberal air into fresh conservative breaths.
As Jerrold tries to speak another word, his nostrils inhale the newness and freshness of his soon to be new self, oddly calming him down in a slightly drunken daze.
And in a matter of moments, Jerrold Long will be Jerrold Long no more.