The Prologue:

Nothing like a dark and stormy night to begin the epic adventure of Mr. Hot Pants, however, this tale entitles nothing of the sort. In fact, from dusk came a dream of sorts, quite peculiar indeed, 50 points is all it took to subjugate The Hot One under the dictatorship of our antagonist, Drop Tail Allie. Sure the exterior and all she wrote depicted a sweet and gentle soul, but like an ignis fatuus she would undoubtedly lead him astray. Of course our mindless, dull, and in no shape form or fashion extraordinary protagonist had not a clue of this surmising plot conjured up by this narrator. The simple fact of the matter this arrogant and pompous narrator just wanted to rid himself of the monotonous plague befuddling all that he did.

This however, does not negate the fact that Drop Tail Allie owned Mr. Hot Pants and that Mr. Hot Pants was now subjected to the conundrum of human pets. Before the first chapter begins in this radically and widely spontaneous adventure of the Human Pet Enslavement Enterprise (H.P.E.E., pronounced H-pee) we must learn about our hero. Mr. Hot Pants is actually part of the witness protection agency strip team. Whenever all those former criminals or utterly endanger bystanders start to get cabin fever in their safe houses they call in Mr. Hot Pants. [insert imagination here] He is also the spokes person for the Hair Club for Men, but unfortunately he had to join the witness protection program when he started to go bald.

Remember, Remember, the Fifth of November the gun powder treason and- [*turns off V for Vendetta] Thus begins the tale of Mr. Hot Pants.

Nothing more can be gained from pious action we must all face the hypocrisy that is ourselves.
Unknown "Mr Hot Pants" Courageous - 16 years, 7 months ago