58 Operation:

Bob was a pimp.

He was 7 feet and 6 inches tall. A considerably giant height for the common man. He had tried for basketball but his big tummy and big bummy did not allow him to be athletic. It did not help that he loved to eat junk.

Often he would even say, "You have one life. Eat as much as you can. CHOMP! CHOMP! CHOMP! More more more! I need more food."

...but he had no money.

An intelligent, philosophical man should wonder, 'Now what will he do?'

It was easy. Due to his body and face that was equally plump and his ice-cold blue eyes... he seemed scary. Bob would wear straight denims and chains all around while carrying pistols around.

Although in reality he was a pussy, someone probably famous said, "Fake it till you make it." Or maybe not, cuz whoever gave that quote probably only achieved fatherhood and ran away with the milk.

Recently Bob was depressed. His chicks were leaving him for a better pimp. It's hard. People don't realize that pimping is a billion-dollar industry. Obviously, there are many rivals. This sector alone brings a lot of money, trust me bro.

It alone had helped along with selling drugs during the great market crash. Prostitution. Pimping.

Bob sat on his chair, he had just woken up from a jolly good dream in which he had isekaied to another world. There he had courted Hilda from Beelzebub, a few more women... and last but not least used protagonists as stepping stones.

Right as he was going to cry a bit due to not having any money for junk food nor having any bitches to pimp, a rat rubbed his palm.

Bob looked at the rat with confusion and almost freaked out when he realized what kind of creature was caressing him.

'Can I pimp a rat? Or animals in general. Maybe it's time to join the furry market.'

Some weird thoughts were crossing his mind, however, a moment later he noticed a lollipop on the table.

This lollipop was not any kind of lollipop. Its color was different. It was not like any color that Bob had seen. Before Bob could think, his tummy which had a mind of its own took command over his hands.

In no less than 6.9 seconds, Bob had devoured the entire lollipop, sucking it very nicely almost deepthroating, and then crunching it.

"Nice. Very bery tasty. AWWW MAN! Should have put in my ass!!"

Before he could regret it, something happened.

Bob's pupils dilated and they stared in front but they were blank not even reflecting the light from the television.

His lips curled into a huge smile, one that reached his eyes. No chuckles escaped his mouth and his body did not make a single movement. Bob was still, very still, lost in his own self until a second later he broke out of it.

Bob frantically looked at the ground and the ceiling, the table, and underneath. He began to look for the rat as well but he could find nothing.

The pimp immediately stood up in a state of hysteria, his tummy bounced greatly as he reached the door, and as soon as he did, the fat man toppled down the stairs. Rolling in the grass, he groaned in pain when he noticed the same rat from before kicking him in the face.

Bob was in pain. Bob was hurt. Bob wanted to cry.... but there was something more important to Bob.

The Lollipop... And so without any self-respect, he stood up to look for the rat but the creature was missing.

Dejected but not given up, he jumped into a trash can, and opened up sewer holes... but he couldn't find anything... Bob had gone crazy.

Somehow he finally noticed that his vision was blocked for some reason. It was then that the maniacal individual noticed a lollipop and a note stuck to his forehead.

'Want more? Tell all your friends(if you have any) if you don't, no lollipop.'

~

Peter sat on a very richly decorated leather throne. In front of him was a huge great hall, beside him were less luxurious chairs where Mr.Poopoo, Ms.Speepee, and Ms.Possycar sat. These were the three generals of the Lizardians.

From Peter's seat, he could see the entire of Neo-Dwarka. From the bustling in the streets to the skies that reached touched them.

He lit up a cigar and took light puffs of it with a glass of whisky by the side. After exhaling a final puff, he stood up. The nanobots hovered around him and allowed him to walk without stepping a foot on the ground like a true holy being.

He glanced at Mr.Poopoo before speaking softly with amusement.

"How's Operation:Lollipop Takeover going?"

Mr.Poopoo smirked. He quickly doodled on the paper in front of him and quietly walked over to Peter and handed it over.

'Smooth.'

Peter nodded and patted the animal. He snapped his fingers and the super duper luxurious suit that he was wearing turned into nanobots and a hoodie and grey sweatpants replaced it.

He grabbed a numberless spectacle and wore it. Over his outfit, he wore a scientist's white jacket. Then he slowly hovered to the personal bullet train that had finally finished being constructed.

Sitting inside it, he admired the architecture of it. A few rabbits had accompanied him, he extended a warm welcome to them and requested to accompany him which the cute little fast animals accepted with overwhelming excitement and admiration.

"Shall we leave? For S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

~

I don't get time these days due to uni but ill try to update whenever I can. At least once a week you can expect.