A terrible story

You set down the story in front of you. An expression of shock mixed with both

confusion and disgust. All mingling with one another. You try and cope with

this defilement that has very likely damaged both your sight and mentality.

But try as you might, you imagination is strong and the scenes barely fade

with a blink.

Who would think up such a horrific tale, let alone dare to put it to paper.

It was a sin, a monsterous abomination to all that was sacred. To become

a donkey was mere delusion and yet here resting in you robotic hands

was its written fantasy.

It was ridiculous, and rightly so.

Humans had been extinct for centuries after all. Wiped out by the same

Donkey plague that to this day, still continued to infect and spread across

the galaxy. A plague that you, Soda Can Carl, had been thoroughly

exterminating.

Tearing the foul story to shreds you stand up from your seat within an

old abandoned ship refueling station. Retrieving your one of a kind,

Donkey-duster 9000 and head back to your ship.

You still had a plague to stop after all.

Written by Coca-Cola

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