PART 4
“So TELL me, Filburt; would you say that you don’t…well…DESERVE a wife like me, so to speak?” Hutchison asked Filburt, sitting right next to him on his bed and crossing her (once again mouthwateringly long and slender) legs as she teasingly stretched out her nipples one after the other using a combination of the aforementioned nipple rings and her trusty hook hand.
“Yeah…it APPEARS it’s just as my lovely Missus Hutchison SAID…” Filburt began, scratching his chin and hanging his head in shame. “I’m just a PEST…(Rocko and Heffer glance over at each other in a very hypocrisy-realizing fashion as they continue manning Hutchison’s behavioral control cockpit)…no, I’m not just a pest, I’m a total fucking PIG!”
“ISN’T THAT RIGHT, MISSUS HUTCHISON?! IF I’M A FUCKING SNIVELING KOSHER PIG, YOU CAN SAY SO!” Filburt suddenly broke out into yet ANOTHER ridiculously massive ear-to-ear smile and began yelling and screaming with masochistic excitement, already reaching straight down underneath his bedsheets with his ever-so-trusty right hand and stroking his delightfully big and scaly blue penis with it.