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The salon had reached legendary status. After Wonder Woman’s shocking head shave, Cut and Shave: A Joker’s Salon became the most famous hair transformation hub in Gotham—and possibly the world. Diana, once the Amazon warrior with flowing locks, fully embraced her bald look, keeping her scalp smooth and freshly shaved for years. She had made a promise—she would keep her bald look until Harley and Ivy’s hair grew back to normal. Time Passes – A New Change After two years, both Harley and Ivy’s hair had returned to their original length. Harley once again rocked her blonde pigtails with pink and blue tips. Ivy’s lush, fiery red locks flowed past her waist. And with that, Diana’s vow was fulfilled. She stopped shaving her head regularly and began growing her hair back. Years passed. Slowly but surely, Diana’s golden Amazonian hair returned—first to her shoulders, then her waist… until, finally, it once again reached floor-length. Diana’s Departure – A Shocking Decision One evening, after another busy day at the salon, Diana gathered the staff for an important announcement. "I want to thank each and every one of you for making this journey unforgettable," she began. Joker, Harley, Ivy, and the rest of the crew listened closely. Diana took a deep breath. "But… I’ve decided to leave the job." The salon fell into complete silence. Harley’s jaw dropped. "Wait… WHAT?!" Ivy frowned. "Diana, are you serious?" Joker leaned back, arms crossed. "Ohhh, this is interesting…" Diana nodded firmly. "I’ve been here for years. I’ve given everything to this salon. But I think… it’s time for me to move on." The staff erupted into protests. Customers offered her special deals. Joker even promised her a raise, a lifetime supply of styling products, and her own personal styling chair. But Diana refused every offer. Her mind was made up. The Proposal That Changed Everything One night, after the salon had closed, Diana was sitting alone, brushing her long golden hair, when Joker walked in. "So, Princess," Joker grinned. "You really plan on leaving all of this behind?" Diana sighed. "It’s time for a new chapter, Joker." Joker tilted his head. "Hmm… before you go, I’ve got an offer you simply can’t refuse." Diana raised an eyebrow. "I’ve already turned down everything. What makes you think I’ll accept this one?" Joker smirked. "Because, darling, this offer isn’t about money, fame, or power. It’s about legacy." Diana listened carefully. Joker continued. "What if… instead of just being an employee, you became a partner?" Diana blinked. "A partner?" Joker nodded. "Not just a hairstylist. Not just a legend. But a true co-owner of Cut and Shave." Diana paused. Joker leaned in. "You’ve built this place as much as I have. You brought fame, class, and a touch of heroism to this madhouse. People trust this salon because of you." Diana thought for a moment. Joker grinned. "And let’s be honest, Princess… where else can you go where shaving heads is this much fun?" Diana chuckled. "You do have a point." Joker extended his hand. "So? What do you say? Be my partner. Help me take this place to even greater heights." Diana looked at herself in the mirror. She saw not just a warrior, not just a stylist, but a legend. She thought about the years she had spent here. The transformations she had witnessed. The people she had inspired. And finally… She smirked. "Alright, Joker. You’ve got yourself a deal." They shook hands. A New Era for Cut and Shave The next morning, Joker made an official announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen! The one, the only Wonder Woman is now… my official business partner!" The crowd erupted in cheers. Diana, now standing proudly beside Joker, nodded. "We’re going to make this salon bigger, better, and bolder than ever." And just like that, Cut and Shave: A Joker’s Salon entered a new golden age. Diana was no longer just a hairstylist. She was now the co-owner of Gotham’s most famous salon.

In the bustling big city, where ambition and power reign supreme, “Secretary” weaves a tale of corruption, feminization, and domination. At its center is Irina, a formidable businesswoman with a penchant for control, who orchestrates a hypnotic journey of feminization for her unsuspecting employee, Alex. Irina is a woman of impeccable taste and unyielding determination. Behind her polished facade lies a desire for dominance that knows no bounds. With the help of her trusted friend, Dr. Paige, a skilled hypnotist, Irina sets her sights on Alex, her loyal but unsuspecting employee. Alex is a talented young man eager to make his mark in the cutthroat world of legal practice. When he lands a job as Irina's personal assistant, he sees it as an opportunity of a lifetime. Little does he know, his life is about to take an unexpected turn as Irina enacts her plan for his transformation. After a sexual incident in the workplace, Irina makes Alex participate in a series of therapy sessions with

After Diana’s grand head shave, Harley Cut & Ivy Shave reached unprecedented levels of fame. The salon became an iconic brand, not just in Gotham, but worldwide. Diana’s Decision to Keep the Bald Look To honor the transformation, Diana chose to remain bald until everyone’s hair grew back to normal. For months, she continued shaving her head regularly, embracing the look with confidence and pride. Her presence as a bald warrior inspired thousands, and many women came to the salon requesting the “Wonder Woman Look”—a bold, smooth-shaved head. Even Harley and Ivy, who had initially shaved their heads for the spectacle, grew fond of the bald aesthetic. But eventually, time passed… and hair grew back. Diana’s Hair Grows Back – A New Chapter? After a couple of years, Diana’s hair returned to its original, stunning length. And with that… a surprising announcement came. One morning, Diana gathered everyone in the salon. She stood in front of the team, her long hair flowing past her shoulders. Everyone noticed something was different. Then, with a calm yet firm voice, she said: "I’ve decided to leave the salon." The room fell silent. Harley blinked in shock. "Wait… what?" Ivy raised an eyebrow. "You’re leaving? Just like that?" Diana nodded. "It’s time for me to start a new journey. I’m moving to another city… and opening my own salon." The Team Tries to Convince Diana to Stay The news shook the salon. For years, Diana had been the heart of Harley Cut & Ivy Shave. Customers flocked to see her, and she had transformed the place into a powerhouse. No one could imagine the salon without Wonder Woman. Joker leaned forward. "Princess, are ya sure about this? You’re a freakin’ legend here!" Barbara nodded. "You don’t have to leave. If you want, we can make you a co-owner." Catwoman crossed her arms. "I can pull some strings—get you any deal you want. Just say the word." Even Suzzy, who once competed against Diana in the hairstyling battle, stepped forward. "You built this place with us. You belong here." But Diana politely declined every offer. She smiled warmly but remained firm. "Thank you all… but I’ve made my decision. It’s time for me to build something of my own." Harley & Ivy’s Final Proposal – The Deal Diana Couldn’t Refuse Days passed, and despite everyone’s best efforts, Diana didn’t change her mind. Harley and Ivy knew this was their last chance. So, one evening, they sat down with Diana and made a final offer. Harley leaned forward, smirking. "Alright, Di… we got one last proposal for ya. Hear us out." Diana folded her arms. "Go on." Ivy smiled. "Instead of opening your own salon… why not expand this one?" Diana tilted her head. "Expand?" Harley grinned. "Yup! We’ll rebrand—open a new branch of Harley Cut & Ivy Shave in another city… and you run it. You won’t just be an employee—you’ll be a partner. A co-founder." Diana raised an eyebrow. "You’re serious?" Ivy nodded. "We trust you, Diana. You’ve built this place with us. You deserve a piece of it." Harley wiggled her eyebrows. "So whaddaya say, Baldy? Be your own boss… but still be part of the family?" Diana sat silently for a moment, considering. This offer changed everything. Instead of starting over completely, she could still build something new… but with the people she loved. And most importantly—she wouldn’t have to say goodbye. Finally, Diana smiled. "Alright… I’m in." A New Future for Harley Cut & Ivy Shave With that decision, Harley Cut & Ivy Shave officially expanded. Diana moved to another city—not to leave, but to lead a new chapter of the salon’s legacy. The new location was a massive success, and soon, Harley Cut & Ivy Shave became a nationwide brand. Harley cheered. "See, Red? Told ya we’d keep her!" Ivy smirked. "She never really wanted to leave us." Diana rolled her eyes but smiled. "You two are impossible." But deep down, she knew—this was exactly where she was meant to be. The End… Or Just the Beginning? Harley Cut & Ivy Shave had reached a new era. With Diana now a co-owner, the brand was stronger than ever. And the legacy? It was only just beginning.

I am so proud of this one young man at the exact same job site, for doing the right thing by speaking out to the human resource. It is true angels are everywhere. After such a nerve wreck experience? I'm glad that it's all fully investigating. And as for Mr.Rooster? This is speaking directly toward him. That's the difference between him and an employee. Mr.Rooster, well, you there, sir? You should know, everybody deserves to be themselves, I can't say if I'm proud of you. Or that I cannot believe you as a grown man would do such a thing to all of your fellow employees. You never really know what it feels like to walk in your shoes unless you work in one. But I forgot, all you ever did anymore was the total opposite. I don't know what has gone into you. No one is happy for what you have said and done every now and then stop yourself and listen to what everyone needs to say it would have helped. A lot. You should probably know calling you out is not my main interest. Strongly speaking out for those who were affected by your unprofessional behavior. Trying to contact the same place will not be necessary, because you are finally terminated. You know, the only main reason why this young man took that job? It's because there's no one else, and most of all he's been battling so much; you completely forgot about that. And the only reason why it's some certain angels have to put through all this after all from one day to where he is right now, is because your actions speak louder than words help criminals in disguise. But most of all the only reason why this young lady has to help this young man all this time; you never know what it feels like to have disabilities. Thank God someone has spoken out loud for help. Others like yourself? Well, Rooster, you're lucky he didn't plan to get you sued. You have lost every trusts along with multiple second chances. You need to stay clear and be clear. No one should ever have to put that at the workplace or anywhere.

(Sequel for LongHaul Incorporated.) Hilda arrived in the states after a several hour long airplane ride, her massive rack bouncing as she left the airplane lobby and checked her phone. Hilda grumbled as her massive breasts bounced with each step as she checked her phone again. Her American friend she was visiting had gotten her a ride on a bus that paid her to ride on it. She highly doubted the legitimacy of the Longhaul Incorporated Bus company but she dared to trust her friend against her better instincts. She hadn't even heard of a cross continental bus company. She walked to the bus station as she looked up the company on her phone and she suddenly realized why she got paid for it. Her good friend had signed her up as an entertainer on this bus from New York to Washington. She grumbled as she waited at the entertainer's only stall, figuring the bus picked her up first. Two ebony woman and a French woman showed up a little bit after her all with massive breasts. Soon after the bus followed. She grumbled as she watched the others be greeted by a female employee who took their bags and put them in the storage containers on the side of the bus. She obeyed before yanking off her shirt and bra, wincing as she had to use one arm to support her large rack. She followed the others up into the entertainer compartment of the bus. She crawled over to some of the big holes and pressed her fat breasts against them. She yipped as she felt two fingers grab her nipples and pulled her breasts through. She grunted as the holes were around the base of her breasts. The others already had their fat breasts through. She shrieked as her breasts were measured before clamps were clamped onto her nipples. She winced a little as she heard the back of their cabin closed. The cabin pulled forward and lurched to its next destination causing Hilda to yip a little as she opened up her backpack. She plugged in her phone and tablet into the compartments power outlets. She looked out the one way window as the bus slowed down to pick up the travelers and her face turned pale as there was at least fifteen people waiting. The doors opened and the crowd filed in. Amelia smiled as she entered the bus with a large duffle bag full of gear, her phone, a tripod, and a backpack. She got on first somehow and immediately took a seat under the pair of dangling white breasts with pink nipples which were absolutely enormous. Amelia cracked her fingers and pulled out her phone as the bus was full and started off on its journey. Amelia was a content creator on different sites. For the time being she opened Twitch and begun her live stream, greeting her audience with the pair of massive breasts next to her head. She set her phone on the tripod in perfect view of her and massive orbs. She rummaged through her duffle before finding the perfect way to start the stream as she pulled out a taser. She showed off the piece. Hilda screamed in pain as her fat left breast was electrocuted, Hilda's body tightening a few body parts. She whimpered as she soon felt her boob get licked after being electrocuted. The process was repeated and she was constantly screaming and shaking as her poor boobs were electrocuted repeatedly. Amelia simply smiled as her rechargeable taser ran out of power. She sat the thing back in her bag as she gently massaged the probably very tender breasts with a cruel smile on her face. She pulled out two suction tubes as she eyed the breasts before throwing a punch into the bottom of the massive right white orb sending it flying upwards into the ceiling with a fat thud. She pinched the pink nipple on the left orb before putting the suction tube over it and turning the thing on. She heard the poor girl scream as her nipple was stretched down the long tube by loads of painful suction. Amelia did the same to the poor white breast as she eyed chat. She pulled out the rings and eyed the poor breasts. She begun slipping them over the left boob. She smiled happily as she heard the poor woman scream as her left breast was packed into a very painful meat tube. Amelia repeated the process on the right breast as the bus made its final stop on the edge of town where the last three people got off. She smiled as she was alone on the bus with pairs of massive orbs all around her. Hilda panted and shook in pain as her poor boobs were in a lot of pain. Tracy, an ebony woman, eyed her curiously. Tracy soon let a scream though and gasped. Amelia had moved over to the pair of dangling ebony boobs with a baseball bat and had introduced the two to each other. She made sure her camera got a good view of the ebony boobs flying all over the place from each hit. She sat the baseball bat back in her bag as she pulled out a special liquid concoction of hers followed by some rubber gloves. She pulled out a rag and carefully dampened a clean rag with the liquid. She smiled as she eyed the pair of dangling white tits that looked like they’d be perfect for what she had planned. She begun massaging the massive breasts with the liquid making sure the entirety of the massive breasts were well soaked in the liquid. Then she said goodbye to her live streamers promising that there was still more to come. She found a seat and smiled as she lay down across the bus seat. The bus made one step as it neared New York cities border and picked up a new entertainer for the trip to Washington. The new entertainer was a Mexican woman with two massive breasts absolutely swollen to the brim with breast milk. She bit her lip as she got them through the holes.

After Harley's haircut was complete, the Joker stepped toward her, his gloved hand reaching out to touch her freshly trimmed bob. He ran his fingers through the sharp, sleek edges of her hair, a sinister grin spreading across his pale face. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as if he had just orchestrated the perfect masterpiece. Harley twirled in place, showing off her new look, her excitement palpable. "Ah, perfection!" Joker declared, his voice dripping with theatrical glee. "You look divine, my dear Harley! Like a new work of art, ready to cause chaos!" Harley giggled, blowing a playful kiss at him. But as Joker's eyes wandered to Poison Ivy, an idea began to form. He tapped his chin, his grin widening. "But why stop with Harley? Ivy, my darling, you're up next!" Ivy, who had been leaning nonchalantly against the wall, arched an eyebrow. "Oh no, Joker. You don’t seriously think I’m letting her cut my hair," she said, gesturing toward Wonder Woman with a hint of disdain. Joker chuckled darkly, stepping closer to Ivy. "Now, now, Red. Think of it as a statement! A bold, daring look to match your... fiery personality." He placed a gloved hand on her shoulder, his tone soft yet menacing. "And besides, it’ll be fun. Don’t you trust me?" Ivy narrowed her eyes but remained silent. She knew better than to argue with Joker when he was in one of his theatrical moods. With a reluctant sigh, she walked over to the barber chair, which had been wiped clean and prepared once again. --- Wonder Woman, still bound by the vines Ivy had conjured earlier, hesitated before stepping forward. She looked at Ivy, her expression unreadable. "Are you sure about this?" Diana asked. "Do I have a choice?" Ivy replied dryly as she sat down in the large, lathered barber chair. The golden-green barber cape, embroidered with Harley’s logo, was draped over her body, the vibrant color complementing Ivy's own emerald hues. She crossed her arms, looking anything but thrilled. Joker clapped his hands together, his voice brimming with glee. "Let's get started, Princess! I want her to have a pixie cut—sharp, daring, and absolutely flawless!" Diana sighed and grabbed the tools once more. She started with the water spray bottle, misting Ivy's lush green locks until they were damp. Using a brush, she gently combed through the thick strands, careful not to tug too hard. Despite her frustration with the situation, she couldn't deny that Ivy's hair was stunning—silky, vibrant, and fragrant with the scent of fresh flowers. As Diana sectioned Ivy’s hair, she picked up the twin-edge scissors and began to trim. She worked meticulously, her hands steady as she shaped the strands into the beginnings of a pixie cut. The golden-green cape caught the falling locks, creating a striking contrast against Ivy's crimson lips and piercing green eyes. "Don't forget the edges, darling!" Joker called out, his voice filled with giddy anticipation. "The clippers! Oh, I love the sound of clippers!" Reluctantly, Diana set the scissors down and picked up the electric clippers. She adjusted the guard and turned them on, the buzzing sound filling the room once again. Carefully, she moved the clippers along Ivy's nape, clearing the hair from the back and sides. Ivy remained stoic, her expression unreadable, though her fingers gripped the armrests of the chair tightly. Once the clippers had done their job, Diana reached for the shaving cream. She applied it to the freshly trimmed sides and back, the cool foam contrasting with Ivy’s warm skin. Using a razor, Diana smoothed the edges, ensuring the cut was clean and precise. Finally, she stepped back, examining her work. Ivy’s pixie cut was sharp and angular, accentuating her strong jawline and high cheekbones. The short style gave her an air of boldness, a reflection of her commanding presence. Joker let out a delighted laugh, clapping his hands together. "Magnificent! Oh, Ivy, you look ravishing! Dangerous, even!" Harley skipped over to Ivy, running her fingers through the freshly cut hair. "Ooh, Red, you look so cute! We’re like a power duo now!" Ivy stood up from the chair, brushing off the cape. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Not bad," she admitted, though her tone remained cool. Joker turned to Wonder Woman, his grin as wide as ever. "Well, Princess, you’ve outdone yourself. Perhaps there’s a career for you in the salon business after all!" Diana’s eyes burned with quiet fury as she cleaned the tools. She said nothing, her mind already racing with thoughts of how to regain control of the situation and put an end to Joker’s manipulations. As the trio departed the salon, their laughter echoing through the halls, Diana stood alone once more. The scent of shaving cream and freshly cut hair lingered in the air, a reminder of the bizarre ordeal she had endured. Though she had been forced to comply, she vowed that this would be the last time she played along with Joker’s games. For now, however, she could only wait and plan her next move, knowing that the battle was far from over.

During the Mousie's time when she got bullied or abuse? ....... It would have explained such horrific news. [Q: What type of news?] He was going through a lot the same way as Mouse did, during the past few years back then. [Q: Who was he?] Kawika Mizuno. [Q: Good Lord, was he alright?] No. He didn't make it. To recall from this "C/O 2012" group on the Facebook, he unexpectedly passed away. This was around in October 2015. It hardly says why or how, until just to piece it together when Mousie look back after 2 people she knew passed away the past January? The search on Mizuno's old FB page turns out... He committed suicide. We don't know how exactly, but we highly don't want to have people feel uncomfortable; just by bringing it up. [Q: Then how did you and Mousie figure it out?] After searching back on the same profile, a friend she knew from the high school Japanese club share a post about someone spread awareness of those who's going through the tough times with a hoodie. That says "You Matter"? It was hard to look back, and now it's content said it's unavailable. What got half of the anonymous to guess as in they're figuring it out? The behaviors backfire into hurting him. Just to be safe, the workplace abusers, bullies and psychos- They're label as "Chicken Hawks". While Mouse was going through so much? Their behaviors passed down to someone she doesn't know, who end up hurting others along with Kawika. With the odd changes being set up without consent... That helped someone or something to push him over the edge. Kawika gave up. [Q: How Mousie was taking it?] She felt bad when it happened, so did everyone. But those who went to the same school as her, her friends and Kawika? Certain ones who are "Chicken Hawks"; they don't know. [Q: You were trying to say that certain employees set up Mousie without her consent, that she was planning to say goodbye to those before she moved away? All that time they weren't reported, and they pass it down to someone they never met to hurt a former classmates or club members without turning them to the police?] None of them would listen. Not only once; they straightly broke her trust to believe that they had something to do with the passing. We hardly knew how they manage to do it, without ever thinking there were surveillance. Or anyone they knew before she and others went to their separate ways. Every time she gave them chances? They waste them. In fact, the first couple times she was about to quit? But she didn't; some of us anonymously thought someone told them not treat her unfairly anymore. And well, I've been overhearing such strange red flags when Mousie was trying to help as she documented that time? Nobody have tell or ask them what is going on. She felt it was all her fault, she couldn't get a chance to make memories with her friends. Kawika, Jacob, or anyone she knew by heart. Or that, she couldn't say good bye before she moved out of the island. As for the Chicken Hawks and their unexplained behaviors? They weren't taken responsibility, that their actions itself been passed as an influence. [Q: Then why didn't they stop to see the camera footage themselves?] They wouldn't stop to look. Each time Mousie wasn't okay with her flashbacks, it would easily bring right to her again. But to recall? The ones she knew were supposed to be retrain, but they cut her off from getting help such as: - Women's group - Church counselor - Therapist at the Ola Hou Clinic And her parents unknowingly took side by blind eye; fail to recognize her signs and symptoms. [Q: Then why they weren't reported to corporate? Or the HR and police for the matter?] They verbally threatened her. Even if she tells someone what was going on, they get in trouble, and they'll plan to threaten her again. It would have explained everything: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUI3wTBpN4g59Dxp5qrBizqrAvNifAKjb&si=r7p67s1Ipm3zPziH [Q: If that happens again one more time, you anonymous have to turn whoever that is or was into the police. Shouldn't they at least come out forward to tell the truth?] Half of us tried. Not 1 would come out and turn everything back right away. Well, now for Mousie feel sad to sense those she knew since highschool? They'll be next in line too; going to miss a simple graduation from all of us. Next one will explain.

Days of torment and emotional disparity had chipped away at Peter Parker’s state of mind. Quentin Beck, a crazed former employee of Tony Stark, was responsible for all of Peter’s problems. He took advantage of Peter’s vulnerability, and coerced him into handing over the highly technologically capable sunglasses Tony would gift to Peter from beyond the grave. The young hero felt to blame for his naive trust in Beck. Now all he could focus on was bringing Mysterio to justice. Their climactic last stand was placed against the backdrop of the bustling city of London. Mysterio had been responsible for attacks across the globe, whilst posing himself as a hero. By use of drones, he’d create entirely fictional elemental monsters. London was no different, as he presented the same threat of a towering monster. Only this time, it was the true hero: Spider-Man, coming to the rescue, instead of a pretender. Beck had been watching from an upper walkway of tower bridge. Spider-Man had caught

David Weston had always led a rather unremarkable life. He worked a mundane job as an IT technician at a mid-sized company, where his days were filled with fixing computers, managing networks, and dealing with the occasional frustrated employee. His evenings were spent in the comfort of his small apartment, playing video games. Life was simple, predictable, and utterly unexciting—just the way David liked it. It was a typical Saturday morning when David's life took a turn he could never have anticipated. He had been browsing through Craigslist, looking for some second-hand gaming equipment, when an ad caught his eye. "Easy Money! Help Needed for a Few Hours of Work – Good Pay!" it read. Intrigued and enticed by the promise of easy money, David clicked on the ad. The job seemed straightforward enough: a man needed help moving some furniture around his house. The pay was significantly above average for such work, and David, always in need of extra cash, decided to respond. He received a prompt reply from the man, who introduced himself as Mr. Xander. They arranged to meet at Mr. Xander's house later that afternoon. The address was in a secluded part of town, far from David's usual haunts, but the promise of easy money overrode any apprehensions he might have had. David arrived at the house, a large, somewhat old-fashioned mansion that seemed out of place in the modern cityscape. He was greeted at the door by Mr. Xander, a tall, imposing man in his early forties, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes. His demeanor was friendly enough, and he invited David in, offering him a drink before they got started. They spent the next couple of hours moving furniture around the expansive house. David found the work tedious and repetitive, but the promise of good pay kept him motivated. After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Xander declared that they were finished. Exhausted, David collapsed onto a couch. "Would you like something to drink? You look like you could use it," Mr. Xander offered. David gratefully accepted. Mr. Xander returned with a glass of orange juice, which David gulped down eagerly. Almost immediately, he noticed something was off. His vision blurred, and his limbs grew heavy. Panic set in as he tried to stand, but his body refused to cooperate. He collapsed back onto the couch, his mind racing. "What's happening to me?" he managed to slur, his voice barely above a whisper. "Relax," Mr. Xander said calmly, taking a seat next to him. "You're just temporarily paralyzed. You can hear and feel everything, but you can't move." David's heart pounded in his chest as Mr. Xander's words sank in. Fear gripped him, and he struggled in vain against his unresponsive body. Mr. Xander leaned in closer, his cold eyes locking onto David's."You'll do just fine," he said, his voice low and menacing. David's mind reeled with questions. Do just fine for what? What was going on? Who was this man, really, and what did he want with him? "Don't panic," Mr. Xander continued. "I'm going to take care of you. You see, I have very specific needs, and you, my friend, are going to help me fulfill them." With that, Mr. Xander stood and effortlessly lifted David from the couch. He carried him down a hallway and into a bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with heavy drapes blocking out the daylight. David's fear intensified as he was laid down on a bed and stripped of his clothes. He tried to scream, but his voice was barely a whisper. Mr. Xander began to methodically apply a strange cream to David's body. The sensation started as a mild tingling but quickly escalated to a burning pain. David's skin felt like it was on fire. After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Xander washed the cream off, and to David's horror, all the hair on his body came off with it. "There," Mr. Xander said, admiring his work. "Nice and smooth." David lay there, helpless and humiliated, as Mr. Xander continued his meticulous work. He applied lotion to David's now bare skin, the scent overwhelmingly feminine. Next, he turned his attention to David's genitals, manipulating them in ways that made David's stomach churn. Using a combination of paste and pressure, Mr. Xander managed to hide David's manhood, creating the illusion of a female form. Satisfied with his work, Mr. Xander moved David to a chair in front of a mirror. He then proceeded to apply makeup, transforming David's face into that of a woman. The process was slow and methodical, and David could do nothing but watch in horror as his reflection changed. Finally, Mr. Xander selected a wig, a shoulder-length brunette, and secured it in place. "There," he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "You look perfect." David stared at his reflection, hardly recognizing the person in the mirror. He felt a surge of anger and humiliation, but his body still refused to obey his commands. Mr. Xander's demeanor shifted as he addressed David again. "You see, I own you now. You'll live your life as usual, but when I call, you will answer. You will do exactly as I say, or there will be consequences." David's mind raced with possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. Mr. Xander seemed to read his thoughts. "If you disobey, I'll sell you off to the highest bidder. You'll spend the rest of your days drugged up and tied to a bed, used and abused by whoever pays for you. So, you see, obedience is in your best interest." David felt a tear roll down his cheek. The reality of his situation was sinking in, and he saw no way out."Now," Mr. Xander continued, "it's time to begin your training." David was led back to the bed, his movements awkward and clumsy in the high heels Mr. Xander had strapped onto his feet. He was pushed down onto the mattress, his arms tied behind his back. Mr. Xander produced a variety of implements, each more sinister than the last. "Today, we're going to focus on your posture and demeanor," Mr. Xander said, adjusting the bindings on David's arms. "You need to learn how to move and act like a proper lady." David's training began with a series of humiliating exercises designed to break his spirit and mold him into the image Mr. Xander desired. He was forced to practice walking in the high heels, his steps faltering and unsteady. Mr. Xander corrected him harshly, each mistake met with a painful reminder. "Stand up straight," Mr. Xander barked. "Chest out, shoulders back. A proper lady carries herself with grace and poise." David struggled to comply, his body still weak and uncooperative. Each misstep was met with a sharp smack, the pain searing through his already tormented body. Tears of frustration and humiliation streamed down his face, but he knew there was no escape. After what felt like hours, Mr. Xander finally allowed David to rest. He was led back to the bed and secured in place, his body trembling with exhaustion. "You're making progress," Mr. Xander said, almost approvingly. "But there's still a long way to go. Tomorrow, we'll start working on your voice." David's heart sank at the thought of more training. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering how he had ended up in this nightmare. He thought of his friends, his family, his old life. It all seemed so distant now, a world away from the hell he was trapped in. As the night wore on, David's mind raced with thoughts of escape. But each idea was quickly dismissed as impossible. He was completely at Mr. Xander's mercy, and there seemed to be no way out. Eventually, exhaustion overcame him, and he drifted into a restless sleep. His dreams were filled with images of his torment, each more vivid and horrifying than the last. He woke several times, only to find himself still bound and helpless, the reality of his situation pressing down on him like a weight he could not lift. When morning came, Mr. Xander returned, a tray of food in hand. He fed David in silence, the act oddly intimate and deeply humiliating. When the meal was finished, the training resumed. Day after day, David endured the relentless regimen of transformation. His body was reshaped, his mind reconditioned, and his spirit broken. Each session pushed him further from the person he had once been, molding him into the perfect creation Mr. Xander desired.Weeks turned into months, and David's resistance slowly faded. He learned to move with the grace and poise Mr. Xander demanded, his body adapting to the new reality. His voice changed, taking on a higher, more feminine pitch, until he could no longer recognize his own words. But the worst part was the growing sense of acceptance. A part of him began to believe that this was his fate, that there was no escape from the life Mr. Xander had forced upon him. He hated himself for it, but the feeling was there, a dark seed planted deep in his mind. One evening, after a particularly grueling session, Mr. Xander approached David with a new proposition. "You've done well," he said, his tone almost congratulatory. "It's time to take the next step." David's heart raced with fear and anticipation. He had learned to dread Mr. Xander's 'next steps,' each one more demeaning than the last. "We're going to introduce you to society," Mr. Xander continued. "You've learned to walk, talk, and look the part. Now, it's time to see how you handle yourself in public." David's heart pounded. The thought of being paraded around in public, in his current state, was more horrifying than anything he had endured so far. But he knew better than to voice his objections. He had learned that lesson the hard way. Over the next few days, the training intensified. David was taught how to interact with people, how to respond to questions, how to maintain the illusion of being a woman at all times. Every movement, every word was scrutinized and corrected until Mr. Xander was satisfied. Finally, the day arrived. David was dressed in a modest, yet elegant dress, his makeup and wig perfectly styled. He looked every bit the part Mr. Xander had crafted over the past months. He was led to a car and driven to a busy part of the city. "Remember," Mr. Xander said as they parked, "you are to act natural. Blend in. Do not draw attention to yourself. Failure is not an option." David nodded, his heart in his throat. The door opened, and he stepped out into the bustling city street. He felt exposed, vulnerable, every eye seemingly on him. But he knew it was just his paranoia. People were too absorbed in their own lives to notice him. They walked down the street, Mr. Xander guiding him subtly with a hand on his back. They entered a café, and David was led to a table. Mr. Xander ordered for them, and they sat in silence, the noise of the café a stark contrast to the oppressive quiet of the mansion. David's hands shook as he picked up his cup of tea. He took a sip, trying to steady himself. Mr. Xander watched him closely, his expression unreadable. "You're doing well," Mr. Xander said finally. "Just remember to relax. Confidence is key."David nodded, taking a deep breath. He forced himself to smile, to engage in small talk with Mr. Xander, all the while feeling the weight of the eyes around him. He was hyper-aware of his every movement, every gesture, terrified of making a mistake. The outing continued without incident, and after what felt like an eternity, they returned to the mansion. David felt a strange mix of relief and dread. He had succeeded, but he knew that success only meant more challenges ahead. Over the next few weeks, these public outings became more frequent. Each one was a test, a trial of David's ability to maintain the illusion. He learned to navigate the world in his new identity, his old self becoming a distant memory. One evening, after a particularly exhausting day, Mr. Xander called David into his study. David entered, his heart racing with anxiety. Mr. Xander sat behind his desk, a small smile playing on his lips. "You've exceeded my expectations," Mr. Xander said. "You've adapted well. I think you're ready for the final phase of your training." David's stomach churned with apprehension. The final phase. He couldn't imagine what that entailed, but he knew it wouldn't be pleasant. "We're going to take this one step further," Mr. Xander continued. "You're going to start working at a high-end boutique I own. It's the perfect opportunity for you to refine your skills and fully embrace your new identity." David's heart sank. The thought of working in a public space, interacting with strangers every day, was terrifying. But he knew he had no choice. "Remember," Mr. Xander said, his voice cold and commanding, "failure is not an option. You will do as you're told, or the consequences will be severe." David nodded, swallowing hard. He felt trapped, his old life slipping further and further away. He had no idea how he would survive this, but he knew he had to try. The next day, David was taken to the boutique. It was an elegant, upscale store, catering to a wealthy clientele. He was introduced to the staff as Danielle, a new employee. The staff welcomed him warmly, unaware of the truth behind his presence. David was given a tour of the store and a rundown of his duties. He was to assist customers, manage inventory, and maintain the appearance of the store. It was a demanding job, but David knew he had to excel. The first few days were a blur of anxiety and stress. David struggled to keep up with the demands of the job, constantly fearing that he would make a mistake. But as the days passed, he began to find a rhythm. He learned to smile and engage with customers, to move with grace and confidence.One afternoon, as David was helping a customer, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a familiar face. It was Sarah, a friend from his old life. His heart raced with panic. What was she doing here? Did she recognize him? "Danielle, right?" Sarah said, her tone friendly. "I just wanted to say hi. You remind me of someone I used to know." David's mind raced. He forced a smile, hoping to hide his fear. "Nice to meet you," he said, his voice steady. "I'm new here." Sarah smiled, studying him for a moment. "Well, you seem to be fitting in well. Maybe we can grab a coffee sometime?" David nodded, his heart still pounding. "Sure, that sounds nice." Sarah gave him a final smile before walking away. David watched her go, his mind spinning. He had come so close to being discovered. The encounter left him shaken, a stark reminder of the thin line he was walking. As the weeks turned into months, David's life settled into a strange routine. He became proficient at his job, his interactions with customers and colleagues becoming more natural. He even began to build a rapport with the regulars, his confidence growing with each passing day. But beneath the surface, the fear and humiliation never fully went away. He was constantly reminded of his situation, the reality of his captivity. Mr. Xander's presence loomed over him, a constant threat. One evening, as David was closing up the store, he received a text from Mr. Xander. "Come to the mansion immediately," it read. David's stomach churned with dread. He knew that whatever awaited him would not be pleasant. He arrived at the mansion to find Mr. Xander waiting for him in the study. The room was dimly lit, the atmosphere tense. "Sit," Mr. Xander commanded. David obeyed, his heart racing. "I've been watching you closely," Mr. Xander said, his tone icy. "You've done well, but there are still areas that need improvement." David nodded, his mind racing with anxiety. "We're going to step up your training," Mr. Xander continued. "You'll be spending more time here, honing your skills. You'll become the perfect creation I envision." David felt a wave of despair wash over him. The thought of more training, more humiliation, was almost too much to bear. But he knew he had no choice. The next few weeks were a blur of intense training sessions. David was pushed to his limits, every aspect of his new identity scrutinized and perfected. Mr. Xander was relentless, his demands growing more and more extreme.One evening, after a particularly grueling session, David was led to a room he had never seen before. It was a lavishly decorated bedroom, the centerpiece a large, ornate bed. "This is your new room," Mr. Xander said. "You'll be staying here from now on." David's heart sank. He realized that this was another step in his complete transformation. His old life was slipping further and further away, replaced by the reality Mr. Xander had created for him. As the days turned into weeks, David settled into his new life. He became more adept at navigating the world in his new identity, his old self becoming a distant memory. He found small moments of solace in his routine, clinging to any semblance of normalcy. But the reality of his situation was never far from his mind. He was constantly reminded of his captivity, the knowledge that he was at Mr. Xander's mercy. The fear and humiliation never fully went away, a constant shadow over his new life. One evening, as David was preparing for bed, he received a text from Mr. Xander. "Come to the study," it read. David's stomach churned with dread. He knew that whatever awaited him would not be pleasant. He arrived at the study to find Mr. Xander waiting for him, a small smile playing on his lips. "You've done well," Mr. Xander said, his tone almost approving. "But there is one final test." David's heart raced with anxiety. The final test. He couldn't imagine what that entailed, but he knew it wouldn't be pleasant. "We're going to a party," Mr. Xander continued. "A very exclusive party. You'll be my guest of honor." David's stomach churned with dread. The thought of being paraded around in public, in his current state, was more horrifying than anything he had endured so far. But he knew better than to voice his objections. He had learned that lesson the hard way. The next few days were a blur of preparation. David was fitted for a stunning dress, his makeup and hair meticulously styled. He was taught how to interact with the elite guests, how to maintain the illusion of being a sophisticated woman. Finally, the night of the party arrived. David was dressed in a breathtaking gown, his makeup and hair perfect. He looked every bit the part Mr. Xander had crafted over the past months. They arrived at the lavish estate, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. David felt a wave of anxiety wash over him as they entered the grand ballroom. He was acutely aware of every eye on him, every whisper and glance. But he forced himself to smile, to move with grace and confidence. He knew that failure was not an option. He had to maintain the illusion, no matter what.The evening was a blur of introductions and small talk. David felt like he was walking a tightrope, every step fraught with danger. But he managed to navigate the evening without incident, his performance flawless. As the night wore on, David found himself in a quiet corner of the ballroom, a moment of respite from the constant scrutiny. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Mr. Xander, a look of approval on his face. "You've done well," Mr. Xander said. "I'm impressed." David felt a surge of relief and pride. He had survived the night, had proven himself once again. But he knew that his journey was far from over. There would always be new challenges, new tests. He was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape, his old life a distant memory. But as he looked around the grand ballroom, the glittering lights and elegant guests, he realized that he had no choice but to continue. He had to survive, to endure. It was the only way forward. And so, with a deep breath, David straightened his shoulders and prepared to face whatever came next. His life was no longer his own, but he was determined to survive, no matter the cost. As the night drew to a close, Mr. Xander led David back to the car. The ride home was silent, the tension palpable. David's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He had survived the evening, but he couldn't shake the feeling of being a puppet, manipulated and controlled by Mr. Xander. The fear and humiliation were ever-present, but so was a growing sense of resilience. He had endured so much already, and he knew he had to continue to adapt and survive. Back at the mansion, Mr. Xander escorted David to his new room. "Get some rest," he said, his tone softer than usual. "Tomorrow, we begin the next phase of your training." David nodded, the exhaustion of the evening weighing heavily on him. He collapsed onto the bed, the events of the day replaying in his mind. He felt a mixture of relief and dread, knowing that each day brought new challenges, but also a strange sense of determination. He had to find a way to navigate this twisted reality and reclaim some semblance of control over his life. The next morning, David was awakened by the sound of Mr. Xander's voice. "Get up, Danielle. We have work to do." David groaned, his body still sore from the previous night's events. He dragged himself out of bed and dressed in the clothes Mr. Xander had laid out for him. The routine was familiar by now, but the sense of humiliation never fully dissipated. As the weeks passed, David's training became more intense. Mr. Xander pushed him to his limits, constantly testing his resolve. There were moments when David felt like giving up, but he knew that surrendering would only lead to a worse fate. He had to find a way to survive, to endure. One day, as David was performing his duties at the boutique, he noticed a new customer enter the store. She was a striking woman in her late thirties, with a commanding presence that reminded David of Mr. Xander. She approached him with a confident stride, her eyes locking onto his. "Hello, Danielle," she said, her voice smooth and authoritative. "I'm Veronica. Mr. Xander has told me all about you." David felt a chill run down his spine. He forced a smile, masking his anxiety. "Nice to meet you, Veronica. How can I help you today?" Veronica studied him for a moment, her gaze piercing. "I'm here to assist with your training. Mr. Xander believes you need some additional guidance, and I specialize in shaping people like you." David's heart sank. He had hoped that the worst was behind him, but it seemed that his torment was far from over. He nodded, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I understand. What do you need me to do?" Veronica smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "We'll start with some basic exercises. Follow me." Over the next few weeks, Veronica's presence became a constant in David's life. She was relentless in her training, pushing him to new levels of obedience and submission. She introduced new methods of control, each one more demeaning than the last. David felt his sense of self slipping away, replaced by the persona Veronica and Mr. Xander had crafted for him. Despite the constant humiliation, David found small moments of defiance. He clung to his memories of his old life, using them as a shield against the onslaught of his new reality. He refused to let Mr. Xander and Veronica break him completely, even as they chipped away at his identity. One evening, after a particularly grueling session, Veronica sat down next to David. "You're making progress," she said, her tone surprisingly gentle. "But I can see that you're still holding onto your old self. That won't do, Danielle. You need to fully embrace your new identity if you want to survive." David looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and despair. "I don't want this," he whispered. "I never asked for any of this." Veronica's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of something almost like empathy in her eyes. "I know," she said quietly. "But you have no choice. The sooner you accept that, the easier it will be." David felt a tear roll down his cheek. He hated the truth in her words, but he knew she was right. He had to find a way to navigate this nightmare, to survive. He nodded, a silent agreement to continue the charade. As the months turned into a year, David's life settled into a strange routine. He became more adept at playing the role Mr. Xander and Veronica had forced upon him. He learned to navigate the world with a grace and poise that belied his inner turmoil. The fear and humiliation never fully disappeared, but he found ways to cope, to survive. One day, as David was working at the boutique, he received a message from Mr. Xander. "Come to the mansion immediately," it read. David's stomach churned with dread. He knew that whatever awaited him would not be pleasant. He arrived at the mansion to find Mr. Xander and Veronica waiting for him. Their expressions were serious, a hint of something ominous in their eyes. "We have an important task for you," Mr. Xander said. "You've done well, but it's time to take things to the next level." David's heart raced with anxiety. He had no idea what they had planned, but he knew it would not be good. He nodded, his voice steady. "What do you need me to do?" Veronica stepped forward, a small, cold smile on her lips. "There's a man we need you to get close to. He's important to us, and we need leverage over him. You'll befriend him, gain his trust, and then do whatever it takes to get the information we need." David felt a wave of revulsion. They wanted him to deceive someone, to betray their trust. He knew he had no choice, but the thought made him sick to his stomach. He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it." Over the next few weeks, David was trained in the art of seduction and manipulation. Veronica coached him on how to gain the man's trust, how to extract the information they needed. It was a new level of degradation, but David forced himself to comply. He had to survive, no matter the cost. The plan was set in motion, and David found himself at a high-end cocktail party, dressed to the nines and playing the role of Danielle with flawless precision. He spotted the target, a wealthy businessman named Richard, and approached him with a practiced smile. "Hello," David said, his voice smooth and inviting. "I'm Danielle. Mind if I join you?" Richard smiled, his eyes lighting up with interest. "Not at all. Please, have a seat." David spent the evening charming Richard, using every trick Veronica had taught him. It was exhausting, but he maintained the façade, his mind focused on the task at hand. He had to succeed. Failure was not an option. As the weeks passed, David grew closer to Richard. He played the role perfectly, gaining Richard's trust and affection. It was a twisted game, but David knew it was his only chance to survive. He collected the information Mr. Xander and Veronica needed, each piece a small victory in his ongoing struggle. One evening, as David sat with Richard in a quiet corner of a luxurious restaurant, he felt a pang of guilt. Richard had been nothing but kind to him, and the deception weighed heavily on his conscience. But he knew he had no choice. He had to see this through. "Richard," David said, his voice trembling slightly. "There's something I need to tell you." Richard looked at him, his expression serious. "What is it, Danielle?" David took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he had to do. "I haven't been entirely honest with you. There's something you need to know." He revealed the truth about his situation, about Mr. Xander and Veronica's plan. He expected Richard to be angry, to lash out, but instead, Richard's expression softened. "I had a feeling something was off," Richard said quietly. "But I never imagined it was something like this." David felt a surge of relief. Richard's understanding was unexpected, a glimmer of hope in his dark reality. "Thank you for telling me," Richard continued. "We'll find a way to get you out of this. I promise." David felt tears well up in his eyes. For the first time in months, he felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe there was a way out of this nightmare after all. The next few weeks were a whirlwind of planning and preparation. Richard used his resources to gather evidence against Mr. Xander and Veronica, building a case to bring them down. David played his part, providing crucial information and navigating the dangerous game they were playing. The day of reckoning finally arrived. Richard and David, armed with the evidence they had gathered, confronted Mr. Xander and Veronica. The confrontation was tense, but Richard's influence and connections proved invaluable. Mr. Xander and Veronica were arrested, their web of deceit and manipulation unraveled. David felt a wave of relief wash over him as the nightmare came to an end. He was free, but the scars of his ordeal remained. He knew he had a long road ahead of him, a journey of healing and rediscovery. With Richard's support, David began to rebuild his life. He reclaimed his identity, shedding the persona that had been forced upon him. It was a slow process, but he was determined to move forward. As the months turned into years, David found a new sense of purpose. He became an advocate for others who had been victimized, using his experience to help those in need. He rebuilt his relationships with friends and family, finding solace in their support.And through it all, Richard remained by his side, a constant source of strength and encouragement. Together, they navigated the challenges of life, finding hope and happiness in the aftermath of darkness. David's journey had been one of pain and struggle, but it had also been a testament to his resilience and strength. He had survived the unthinkable and emerged stronger for it. And as he looked to the future, he knew that he could face whatever came next with courage and determination.

Negative Donkey Kong: Let's check my bank account. (He checks his bank account. It reads, "$0.00.") Oh, no. I have absolutely no money. Wait a minute. I can get a job. First, I'm going to work as a dentist. (At FlashThemes Dentistry...) Black Toad: Sir, would you please tell me your name? Negative Donkey Kong: My name is Negative Donkey Kong. Black Toad: Very well, then. I trust that you know what you are doing. Make sure the customers get their teeth cleaned, okay? Negative Donkey Kong: Okay. (Sunset Shimmer comes in with Pinkie Pie.) Pinkie Pie: Sunset, after this, can we please throw a party? Sunset Shimmer: (Obviously angry with Pinkie Pie) No, Pinkie! You have been eating way too many sweets lately, and you have not been brushing your teeth for three weeks! You have so many cavities! That is why I have scheduled a dentist appointment! Negative Donkey Kong: So, how are you two doing? Sunset Shimmer: Well, my friend Pinkie Pie has been eating way too many sweets lately, and she did not brush her teeth for three weeks straight. She is here to get her teeth cleaned. Negative Donkey Kong: Okay, then. (He looks inside her mouth and sees a bunch of cavities.) Oh, no! Miss, you have a lot of cavities. I will need to take out most of your teeth. (Later, after Negative Donkey Kong took out most of Pinkie Pie's teeth...) Negative Donkey Kong: Miss, for getting so many cavities in the first place, you are not getting a lollipop! In fact, this is your extra punishment for eating sweets and not brushing your teeth for three weeks in a row! (He pulls out a hammer and breaks her jaw. He then beats up her face, giving her a black eye and a badly swollen lip.) Pinkie Pie: (Muffled) Ouch (x15)! Sunset! The dentist was so mean! (Crying) Sunset Shimmer: Are you freaking kidding me right now?! How dare you beat up Pinkie Pie with a hammer! You just broke her jaw and gave her a black eye and a badly swollen lip! Now she has to go to the hospital thanks to you! Black Toad: Hey! What's going on here? Sunset Shimmer: Well, your mean employee beat up his patient with a hammer! She has a broken jaw, a black eye and a badly swollen lip, and now she has to go to the hospital! Black Toad: What?! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Negative Donkey Kong! How dare you! That's it! You are fired! Get out right now or else I will call the police! Negative Donkey Kong: Man! I can't believe I got fired! But don't worry! Next I will work as a mechanic. Blue Toad: Ugh! Something is wrong with this old car! Dark Toadette: Don't worry, Blue Toad. I have already called a mechanic and he will be on his way soon enough. (Negative Donkey Kong arrives.) Blue Toad: Sir, thank goodness you're here. My car is broken. Negative Donkey Kong: Don't worry, sir. I will have your car fixed in a couple of moves of Ninjitsu. (Trying to fix the car, the car suddenly explodes.) Dang it! The car exploded! Blue Toad: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! I can't believe you made my car explode! Slippy: Hey, what's going on here? Blue Toad: Your employee made my car explode. Slippy: Negative Donkey Kong! How dare you make the customer's car explode! That's it! You are fired! Get out of here right now or else I will call the police! Blue Toadette: It's okay, Blue Toad. I'll get you another car. Negative Donkey Kong: Man! I can't believe I got fired again! But don't worry! I shall work as a school teacher next. (At FlashThemes Middle School...) Negative Donkey Kong: Okay, class. Here are your worksheets. I expect you all to do well on your schoolwork. Good luck. (After all the students completed their worksheets...) Negative Donkey Kong: Oh, my freaking god! This is unacceptable! Nate: Hey! It was just one wrong answer! You could at least help me here! Negative Donkey Kong: You don't deserve help! That's it! For this, I am going to throw the other desks at you! Prepare to die! Jenny: Oh, no! This is not good! He is about to go berserk! (Negative Donkey Kong throws desks at Nate, injuring him severely.) Jenny: Oh, my god! Nate! Are you okay? Nate: No, I'm not! That mean teacher threw desks on top of me! Negative Donkey Kong: Please excuse me, class, while I go to the hallways so I can throw a massive tantrum! (He opens the door and goes into the hallways.) Jenny: What is he doing? Negative Donkey Kong: I can't freaking stand children! They always drive me crazy! I wish they could just die! Jill voice: Hey! What is going on here? Negative Donkey Kong: Um, you must be the principal. Am I right? Principal Nancy: Yes! I am the principal of FlashThemes Middle School. I have been hearing complaints that you threw desks at a student, not to mention you were hitting other students in other classrooms! That is not what we do at school! You are fired! Get out right now before I call the police! Negative Donkey Kong: Man! I can't believe I got fired for the third time! But don't worry! Next I shall work as a cashier at a grocery store. (At Save A Lot, Negative Donkey Kong is dealing with Toadette.) Negative Donkey Kong: Madame, would you please let me re-scan these items? Toadette: What?! Seriously?! You didn't even scan any of them! Negative Donkey Kong: I said, please let me re-scan these items! Toadette: I think you are just being lazy! Negative Donkey Kong: Nonsense! You need to pay for these items before you leave with them! Red Toad: What is going on here? Toadette: Your employee won't scan my items! Red Toad: Negative Donkey Kong! You should have scanned the customer's items instead of sleeping on the job! That's it! You are fired! Get out right now or else I will call the police! Negative Donkey Kong: Man! I can't believe I got fired for the fourth time! But don't worry! Next I shall work at... Donkey Kong: I'm afraid you won't have another job for a while. Candy Kong: Negative Donkey Kong! We cannot believe you got fired from four jobs! That's it! You are grounded (x8) for 666 months! Donkey Kong: Go to bed right now! The end

In the year 2078, humanity had spread its wings across the cosmos. Mars, Venus, and Titan were bustling with colonies, and the asteroid and comet belts were being mined for precious resources. Amidst this backdrop, Timothy, a 43-year-old space mining magnate, was secretly building an intergalactic starship to escape the oppressive regime that had taken control of Earth. Timothy's company, a seemingly innocuous mining operation, was a front for his grand plan. He and his trusted employees worked tirelessly, mining asteroids while covertly constructing the massive starship. The project was a well-kept secret, with falsified records and careful planning to avoid suspicion. The starship was nearing completion, and the news of its readiness spread like wildfire among the mining ships and the small colonies on Titan. Families, friends, and colleagues scrambled to gather their belongings and make their way to the hidden location of the starship. Children, who had been shielded from the harsh realities of their situation, were cared for in the colonies on Titan, their innocence preserved as much as possible. Finally, the call came. Timothy, now the captain and owner of the company, gave the order to launch. Within hours, the starship was filled to capacity with colonists, all eager to escape the clutches of the authoritarian regime. The FTL drive was activated, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone, leaving Earth behind as they embarked on a journey to a new world. Months passed as the starship traversed the vast expanse of space, guided by the coordinates of a habitable planet discovered by their probes in the Alpha system. The fourth planet from its star, a water world with a single large continent, was their destination. As the starship descended through the planet's atmosphere, a sense of relief washed over the colonists. They had made it. They were free. The colony ship touched down on the planet's surface, and the colonists stepped out, taking in the fresh air and the sight of their new home. Many names were suggested for their new world, but ultimately, it was decided that the planet would be known as "New Terra." The colonists set to work, establishing settlements and exploring the vast, untouched landscape. They were determined to build a society based on freedom, equality, and the pursuit of happiness. Years passed, and New Terra flourished. The colonists thrived, building a new civilization from the ground up. They never forgot the struggles they had faced on Earth, but they also never looked back. New Terra was their home, and they were determined to make it a place where future generations could live without fear or oppression. A century after the colonists arrived on New Terra, they faced a significant challenge. The initial population of 10,000 had grown, but genetic diversity was lacking, leading to concerns about inbreeding and the long-term viability of the colony. However, fate intervened when they encountered the Orion species, who were on their own quest for a new home. The Orion's, with their distinctive red forehead stripes, were remarkably similar to humans genetically. They had been forced to abandon their homeworld due to a catastrophic event that had rendered their planet uninhabitable. The Orion's were a peaceful and vibrant species, with a deep reverence for life that permeated their culture. As the two species met, they quickly discovered their shared values and beliefs. It wasn't long before friendships blossomed, and soon, interracial marriages began to take place. The resulting mixed-race children brought new hope to the colonists, as the fear of genetic stagnation was replaced by the promise of a diverse and thriving population. The Orion's shared their advanced technologies with the humans, accelerating the development of New Terra. The colony flourished, with new cities, farms, and industries springing up across the planet. The Orion's integrated seamlessly into human society, and the two species worked together to build a better future for all. As the years passed, the bond between humans and Orion's grew stronger. They celebrated each other's holidays, shared meals, and exchanged stories of their respective cultures. Children of both species played together, learning from each other and forging friendships that would last a lifetime. The Orion's also brought with them knowledge of the cosmos, sharing their understanding of the universe and its many wonders. With their help, humanity expanded its reach beyond New Terra, exploring nearby star systems and establishing new colonies. The story of New Terra became a testament to the power of cooperation and the resilience of life. The colonists, once fleeing oppression on Earth, had found a new home and new allies in the Orion's. Together, they built a society that celebrated diversity, embraced new ideas, and looked to the stars with hope and wonder.