Chronicles of Samuel and Mitchell
In the dimly lit confines of a college dormitory, Samuel, the star player of the college baseball team, stood towering over Mitchell, an oversized baby in both stature and demeanor. The air was thick with tension, laced with the promise of mischief as Samuel's eyes glinted with cruel amusement.
"Look at you, Mitchell," Samuel taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "You’re nothing but a stinky baby." He chuckled, relishing the power he held over his unsuspecting friend. With a swift motion, he shoved Mitchell to the ground, laughter erupting from his lips as he wrestled him into submission.
Mitchell, helpless and giggling, found himself sprawled on the floor, his cookie monster pamper on full display. Samuel couldn't contain his laughter, a sound that echoed off the dorm walls. "What’s the matter, big guy? Can’t handle a little fun?" he jeered, the words cutting deep as he wrestled the shorts off Mitchell, exposing the absurdity of the situation.
With a playful shove, Samuel tossed Mitchell onto the bed, a king in his own bizarre kingdom. "Now, let's see you push that pamper into the sky!" he commanded, a gleam of sadistic joy in his eyes. Mitchell, ever the obedient fool, buried his face in the pillow and let out a loud fart, the sound reverberating through the room. Samuel erupted in laughter, the kind that felt like daggers to Mitchell’s pride.
"You’re such a stinky dumb baby," Samuel teased, his voice a blend of mockery and delight. "Now drool for me!" The humiliation washed over Mitchell, yet he found himself unable to resist the absurdity of the moment. With a goofy grin, he complied, banging the floor and twerking in his dirty pamper, the laughter of his so-called friend ringing in his ears.
As Samuel rummaged through his suitcase, he spotted Mitchell's beloved toy truck, a symbol of his childishness. With a wicked grin, he sat on it, the sound of cracking plastic echoing like a funeral bell for Mitchell's dignity. "Tell your doctor I broke it after you pooped your pamper!" he howled, the laughter spilling out like a torrent.
But Samuel wasn't done yet. He rummaged through the pail of dirty diapers, a sinister plan forming in his mind. Grabbing his little brother's soiled pamper, he approached Mitchell with a devilish smile. "Sniff it and tell me how you want it in your face," he commanded, the words dripping with cruel delight. Mitchell, lost in the absurdity, complied, moaning as Samuel pressed the dirty pamper into his face like a fresh apple pie, taping it around his head.
As Mitchell smiled, clapping his hands in a mix of joy and humiliation, he scooted across the floor, a dirty pamper-wearing baby in a cruel game orchestrated by his so-called friend. Samuel watched, laughter bubbling up as he reveled in the power he wielded, a cruel king in a kingdom of absurdity.
In this twisted tale of friendship and mockery, the lines between cruelty and camaraderie blurred, leaving behind a memory that would linger long after the laughter faded.