Story: I’ve been your friend for years, never saying anything about how much you stink because i never wanted to offend you. but now i’m tired of it. i meet up with you while wearing my latex catsuit and tell you about all the times i had to wear masks, or pinch my nose, or fan the air just to be around you. we’re going to do something about it today. i put you out with my anesthetic gas by putting the mask over your face and when you come to you’re tied up to a chair with a gag in your mouth. i don’t want you to fight me about this so the bondage is necessary. first, i protect myself. if i’m going to touch you, i don’t want to get any of your stink on me. i put on a pair of tight blue elbow length nitrile gloves and a surgical mask. then i try wiping you down with a wet cloth, getting in all the stinky places. it doesn’t work and the smell is worse. i change to a kn-95 mask, pinching my nose and openly complaining about how bad your b.o. is. next, i try perfume. that also makes it worse! i resort to my last option, my respirator. at least with that on i can breathe, even if your scent still seeps through. i guess you’re just a lost cause…i think of other things to try, but i don’t have high hopes.
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