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Imagine Robbie Rotten tying Stephanie down in his soundproof evil lair, place dentures in her mouth so she can't shut her mouth, and to start fucking her throat till she starts choking and screaming and crying, vomiting right on Robbie's dick? Imagine the anger on his face when it happens, he starts punching her face in till its purple all over, leaving her a sobbing mess without the energy to even scream anymore. Then he lays her down on a table, spreads her arms and legs apart like a torture device, spreading her mouth wide open again with dentures like a dentist operating on a crocodile, shoving a funnel deep inside her throat, standing on top of her, pulling his pants down, his stomach tumbling and rumbling, his underwear dropping to her eyes so she can't see. And finally, for the big showdown, he goes: "One order of Sports Candy coming right up!" as he takes a massive wet dripping shit right into the funnel, clogging her throat like a explosion happened at Willy Wonka's Factory. She tries to vomit it back up again but thanks to the funnel, it goes back in, forcing her to eat his shit and last night's dinner all over again. She can't scream for help, her nose clogged, her mouth gagged, her stomach on fire, her eyes red from crying and vomiting.
"Mmm... Creamy!" Robbie says at he stares down at his masterpiece. He grabs his camcorder that's been recording the act the entire time and uploads the footage on his computer, sending it to Sportacus with the email's header being: "Get cucked, Sportacrook!" And for weeks afterwards, Stephanie would taste that shit on her tongue at every waking moment. She will forever be reminded of what she ate to this day. Sportacus and the Mayor try their best to confront her and reassure her that everything's gonna be alright and that he's in Lazy-Town jail now, but it's no use. Robbie throws a well placed banana peel in jail, knocking a officer out, allowing him to escape for round two.
Fin.
