Utopia, choosing the perfect weapon:
Christina Agulera. Kidnapped, brainwashed, and reverted to a feral state. Dressed in the skin of her fallen enemies, and wearing a big spiked collar (attached to a chain, for leashing purposes), she would be my ever-present familiar, crouched down by my side, growling and licking herself until her highly acute senses (a product of the mental and physical conditioning) detect a threat. Then, at my command, she would free herself of our metallic bond and let loose holy hell upon those daring and stupid enough to challenge her master. Defeating my enemy, she would feast on their flesh, washing her young, agile body in their blood. With victory confirmed, she would toungue herself clean of battle's foulness, curling up at the feet of her master before a warm fire to rest until duty calls again.
It's not that I like degrading women...it's just Christina Agulera.
Is anyone else thinking it's time to make a sequel to Gladiator? |
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