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asked the Chief Bum-Penetrator, his badge slick in the rain.
"I couldn't tell you, boss," replied his deputy. Deputy Bum-Penetrator Weinerface had all the stoic determination his career required, but unfortunately lacked some of the erotic mysticism that made a true Penetrator.
"They hate it," replied the Bum-Penetrator in response to his own begged-for opening, "because they need more. Reality isn't enough, they don't have the patience to sit through being introduced to a real human, who lives in the real world."
"Of course. Who has time, in this economy?" came the dull and anticipated response from the derriere deputy.
"Nobody has the time, Weiner. Nobody, but they make it anyway because they want to. That's what being human means. You make time you don't have. You eye the bums you shouldn't. You trace the sweat, trickling down their cheeks, as you tantalize yourself with thoughts of penetration - and perhaps-"
The sagely Penetrator was cut short by a whistling in the dark, accompanied by a clanging of metal and a scream that could be either despair or ecstasy, maybe even both but certainly not neither.
