Since our two sad lonely protagonists William Moreno and "Kankles" Kris Askins have lost the companionship of their little pet monkey Monique Wells, perhaps they can find some comfort in each others' arms. (Or perhaps they have already done so?)
Each can pretend the other is Monique as they strip naked and writhe about on Miz's filthy bare mattress, made slippery now by the oils from their seldom-washed bodies. They both desperately crave the little black boy who once brought them so much joy, but is now shackled behind bars and out of reach. As they run their chubby fingers through each other's greasy stringy hair, the sensation belies their fading memories of Monique: They yearn to feel that short nappy Brillo pad atop a dented and misshapen head. Their hairy, sweaty, beefy bear bodies press together in passion as their hands and tongues explore. They both imagine Monique's musky African female scent as they bury their noses deep within the moist folds of their own corpulent white male bodies... Miz and Kris united in a fury of animal lust: grunting and groaning with carnal ecstasy...
They discover a new joy in each other. They care not for who is top or bottom, but freely exchange roles as they exchange bodily fluids. Filling each other with passion and releasing the the tension and frustration of their sad pathetic lives, their heaving, sweating bodies approach climax and they approach the closest thing to a workout either will ever see. Then, in the afterglow while sharing a 6-pack of P(Y)BR, they plot Lizzies escape, and their next moves against their Internet arch-enemy eesh.
Such a sordid union may well curb William's psychosis while Monique is away. Kankles and Miz could perhaps even welcome Monique into their marriage when she is eventually released, forming an unholy trinity of psychotic madness to plague the forum. They would need a bigger bed of course.
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