The owner immediately jumped out of the vehicle as the behemoth wimp cowered. "You big fat mother fucking slob, I'll break every bone in your big sheister ass" and at that, Doughboy realized his wish now had the potential to be fulfilled. Slob Doughboy played into the game...."Don't hurt me Sir". "I've got a wife and two kids to provide for". Alfonso the Pimp snapped- "Shut up, fatboy. Get your ugly ass in the car".
The slobbish bean counter knew he was probably in for a real ass beating and he got a perverse thrill out of it all, so he kept leading on..."I'm a righteous, God-fearing man, a pillar of strength in my community". Pimp Alfonso pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Mr. Fatboy.....
Alfonso headed over to the river dock warehouse district. "I'll let the dockyard boys handle this big shitass". Fatboy was forced out onto the docks and the burley macho dock workers were licking their chops at the site of this big fat punching bag. "Lets beat the fuck out of this behemoth". Mr. Human-pig cried "I'm uneducated, untrainable, mentally handicapped, psychotic, schizophrenic, abused, martyred, persecuted...please don't hurt me", as he though to himself "I hope I can get the living shit pulverized out of me".
The roughneck dock workers weren't going to stand for much more of this and proceeded to give fatboy an ass beating like he never had in his life, breaking every bone in his body, including his thumbs , bruising and battering every inch of this flabby shamartist. The boys pounded his worthless ass from one end of the dock to the other and left his big stinking carcass there for the flies to eat. Doughboy laid on the dock, more of a human waste than before, thinking "oh poor pitiful me, persecuted again. Martyred again!"
