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presents
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An Interview with The Streptococci
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Toxic File #91
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by Gross Genitalia
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Centre of Eternity 615.552.5747 40mg/750+ files 12/2400 baud HQ of Toxic Shock
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The following is collection of interviews taken by penicillin mold spores
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passing down my throat during a recent sore throat of mine.
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PENICILLIN: Grettings to all you ugly streptococci sons of bitches. Despite the
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fact that we are here to kill you, we also are here to interview you, and
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perhaps find out a bit more about your lifestyles. We will begin with you,
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strep #1. What is it like to be a part of the great big cocci family of
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bacteria?
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S #1: Well, quite frankly it sucks. As you know we have a somewhat "iffy"
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life, we never know when we will get the mood to attack some human
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bastard and attack it in hopes of killing it. So you live one moment
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to the next, respiring involuntarily, never knowing what your future will
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be.
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P: As for these "moods", is this somewhat an explanation for invariably
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attacking your prey? Your answer #2.
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S #2: Well I guess so. One minute you're lounging in Jamaica, the next
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minute a damned typhoon strikes and the wind picks you up and carries you
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for hundreds of miles. All that dangerous work of trying to scarf an
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eel's epidermal cells, all shot to hell by a TYPHOON. So you get pretty
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pissed and a mood comes about to attack a human.
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P: But why don't you ever get these "moods to attack" while not pissed?
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S #2: Well, we'd all actually much rather engage in kinky sex and reproduce
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than to attack people. Sometimes we have a little trouble "getting
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that rise," and it pisses us off. So we attack humans and get that
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warm gooey throat place that makes us feel as if on a bed of jism and
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we have no trouble spurting away.
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P: But don't you reproduce asexually?
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S #2: True, but we've devised a new method of attachment that allows us to
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fulfill our utmost pleasures while leeching off the agonistic bodies
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of human beings.
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P: Aren't you guys a little small for sex?
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S #3: Yes, and obviously none of us have ever achieved orgasm. So in our
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undying horny quest for pleasure, we constantly seek out sex as a form
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of relief in these our trying times of nonejaculation.
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P: On a more personal note, how do streptococci like yourselves feel about
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us penicillin molds?
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S #1: You tacky sons of bitches can go fuck yourself for all we care. Well, I
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guess that's not possible but try it sometime anyway. You are a threat
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and a menace to our society. Piss off you pigslime bastards.
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P: Well all fine and dandy. <A passing spore obliterated Strep #1.) Onto
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another facet of your existence, how does it make you feel that you are
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tantalizing other living organisms with sickness and pain?
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S #2: It's because of bastards like you guys that we keep on going in our
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struggle to keep the existence of our race, always devoted to the
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quest for sex as a means to keep our survival.
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A traitorous spore grabs Strep #2 and they engage in bacterial sex. The
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two organisms run off to the epiglottis to get married. Word reaches the Strep
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existing in the throat that the two finally achieved orgasm and the rest of
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the strep and penicillum spores rush to the epiglottis to experience the
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forever-sought-after orgasm. However, Supreme Being swallows His spit and the
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entire congregation is swept down His mighty Esophagus into a large cavern
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and digested in a big pool of mushy stale burritos and hydrochloric acid.
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With a last strain of bacterial and fungal life the two existences are
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completely grossed out by all that snot dripping on them from the walls of
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His cavern-pool and promptly cease to exist. The interviewer was inadvertently
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fucked by a malformed streptococcus and was swept away with the others into
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his Disgusting Doom.)
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(c)August 1990. TS/GrGen. #91.
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