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presents
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" How Must I Beat Thee?
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by Gross Genitalia
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Toxic File #25
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Centre of Eternity 615.552.5747 HQ of Toxic Shock and The Esoteric Society
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An aborted fetus is a terrible thing to have in your house, especially if
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you are having friends over for dinner. Yes those nasty little bastards
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will rip you house clean down to the foundation, if they so desire, and
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make for very unwanted dinner guests. Nevertheless, Fetus the Destroyer sends
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his servant aborted and miscarried fetuses out on the job; they must succeed.
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Todd and Cindy were a happily married couple in their early thirties. They
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were very sociable people, and went often to parties and other social
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gatherings. It was time to return the favor and invite some friends over for
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an evening of chat, food, wine, cheese, the general goody-goody bullshit
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adult party. Good idea? Yes. No. Hell no. Todd and Cindy did not know of the
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Fetal Existence. Yes one of those slimy little underdeveloped bastard fetuses
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was slopped down in a lawn chair in the garage.
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The friends arrived. "Oh hi come into our happy home! Let me get you a
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glass of wine and pick your nose for you!" and.other such friendly little
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uncalled for gestures. The fetus heard these people having a merry and jolly
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time. He could not STAND it. He hopped down on his tiny little legs and
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wobbled over to the stairwell. He pulled his way up and snuck into the den.
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Luckily no one was around, so he snuck into a broom closet. One of the guests,
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being a tremendous dumbass, spilled her drink on the tiled kitchen floor.
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"Oh just get a mop out of that closet and it's no problem to clean it up."
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The fetus grabbed a broom and steadied it in his underdeveloped hands.
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The guest opened the closet and grabbed a mop.Her eyes turned pale and big.
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The fetus stared onward through its large black eyes, futher horrifying the
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lady.
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"Good evening bitch. How must I beat thee?" With this the fetus rammed
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the broomstick down the lady's throat so she could not scream for help.
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He then removed it, having demolished her throat, and began violently
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beating the shit out of the lady. The lady was critically hurt and fetus
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stopped. With her last strain of life the lady looked at the fetus and
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said "You son of a..." but the fetus stopped her and finished her,
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"..bitch? Son of a bitch? No my mommy aborted me." and with that the
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fetus whacked her over the head with a powerful whap and cracked the
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bitch's skull. He dragged her into the closet before her brains had a
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chance to ooze out of her head.
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Mary killed her baby. Billy the Stud Punk had raped her and gotten her
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pregnant. She aborted the baby. The baby was discarded but it grew into
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a fetus by Coathanger's will. Fetus the Mighty took the apprentice fetus
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under his control and sent it out on a mission to find Mary.
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The fetus traveled to the mall with a baseball bat in hand. He entered
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a back door at the loading docks of Sears. He had to bypass a nearby
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security guard. Easily handled. The fetus snuck up behind the guard and
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squeaked "How must I beat thee?" The guard turned around in a daze and
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drew his night stick in a daze; he saw no one behind him. The fetus
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conked the guard's foot with the bat and the guard looked down upon the
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grotesque slimy fetus. The fetus said "Aah, I know how I must beat thee."
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With that the fetus slammed the bat into the guard's groin. The guard
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doubled over in pain, and the fetus slammed a mighty slap of the baseball
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bat into the guard's skull. The fetus grabbed the cerebellum of the
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guard's brain and began to snack on it. The fetus dropped the baseball
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bat and picked up the night stick. It walked off, still munching on the
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cerebellum.
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The fetus crept out into the main area of the mall. It wandered up
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and down the mall incessantly, unnoticed by the passing crowds. Aaah!
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Who did the fetus see? MARY. Mary the Bitch. Mary the Aborter. Mary the
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KILLER. The fetus wanted Mary DEAD. He did not intend to go away
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unsatisfied.
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The fetus willed in power that only Mary see him. He willed that no one
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else notice Mary. Mary saw the fetus. And she screamed. Damnit, why the
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hell did they all have to SCREAM and SHRIEK so loud and long? She
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screamed a scream of Death. Yet no one noticed her. She tried to grab
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people and beg for help, yet she passed right through them. The fetus
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had willed her to pass into an invisible dimension with him. He tapped
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the night stick against his hand and said "Um mm mm. You just HAD to
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have that abortion, didn't you?" Mary was utterly confused, and frightened
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to say the least. "Who the hell are you? What demon are you?"
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"Demon, bitch? Demon? I am the child you killed."
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"But..but..I was RAPED! I couldn't have carried you inside me!!"
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"Oh no excuses, you loose whore!" The fetus leaped onto Mary's chest and
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sunk its razorlike claws into her breasts. Mary shrieked again and the
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fetus pissed in her mouth. "Shut up bitch!" The acidic urine burned Mary's
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throat to where she could scream no longer.
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"How must I beat thee? Ah yes, I must..." OOOMPH! The fetus shoved the
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round end of the night stick deep into Mary's vaginal tract. Through
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the clothes he pushed it. The fabric snapped and ripped, and the night
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stick rammed its way up. The fetus jerked it out quickly and whapped
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Mary over the head with the hard stick. Mary slumped to the ground and
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the fetus ripped off a breast for an afternoon snack. It walked away.
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Fetus the Destroyer was playing a game of Intergalactic Croquet one day
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when Planet Earth really pissed him off by shifting on its axis and
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knocking itself out of line with the last pole. "Damnit those Earthlings
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sure don't know how to preserve a planet! How Must I Beat Thee?"
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Releasing his anger Fetus raised his Hyperspace Croquet Mallet high
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above his Fetal Head and slammed it down on the Planet.
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The planet hurled through space, miscarried and aborted fetuses left
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behind to do work in other dimensions.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock.
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The Followers of Fetus
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Fetal Juice
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Gross Genitalia
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