**The girl gasped a tortured groan from her clamped lungs, her sea blue eyes bulging forth from damp sockets. Cocking her right foot backwards, she leashed it desperately outwards with the strength of a demon possessed,
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Tom: A demon possessed by… another demon, I guess.
**lodging her sandled foot squarely between the shaman’s testicles.
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Crow: Too bad she didn’t hit either of them, he might’ve let go.
**The startled priest released his crushing grip, crimping his
**
Mike: --hair.
Tom: Isn’t that always the way? The girls with curly hair are always trying to straighten it, and the ones with straight hair…
**body over at the waist overlooking his recessed belly;
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Crow: “Overlooking the scenic recessed belly, Priest’s Waist Time-Share is an unbeatable investment opportunity!”
wide open in a deep chasim.
Mike: You mean like Casey Chasim?
Crow: “Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the priest’s crotch.”
**
His face flushed to a rose red shade of crimson,
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Tom: As always, Jim makes sure to delineate the various shades of crimson, vital to the plot as they are.
**
eyelids fluttering wide with eyeballs protruding blindly outwards from their sockets to their outmost perimeters, while his lips quivered wildly about allowing an agonized wallow to gust forth as his breath billowed from burning lungs.
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Mike: Jim is now on his fourth page of describing the shaman’s reaction to being kicked in the crotch.
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His hands reached out clutching his urinary gland
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Crow: I’m no anatomy expert, but isn’t that up near his kidneys?
**
as his knees wobbled rapidly about for a few seconds then buckled, causing the ruptured shaman
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Mike: Please don’t rupture the shaman.
Tom: Thank you, Mr. Whipple.
**
to collapse in an egg huddled mass
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Crow: You want your eggs scrambled, poached, over easy or sunny-side up?
Tom: Oh, I’ll just take 'em in a huddled mass.
**
to the granite pavement, rolling helplessly about in his agony. The pathetic screeches of the shaman
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Mike: --reminded the girl of the Alanis Morissette concert.
**
groveling in dejected misery upon the hand hewn granite laid pavement, worn smooth by countless hours of arduous sweat and toil, a welter of ichor oozing through his clenched hands,
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Crow: This is now officially the longest kicked-in-the-crotch scene ever written.