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In this chapter, Fizzer finds himself in an interrogation room with an Egyptian combat flyer, one with a rather big rocket launcher. Good thing for our hero he's not afraid to take a few blasts up his ass.


...Wait, I think the metaphor ran off here.

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Overfuck CH 4

"Raining ducks! Wait...wait, what...?" As Fizzer awakens, the hero finds his wrists shackled down to a table, though it appears to be the run of the mill plastic kinds that feature the fold out legs. His feet standing, Fizzer becomes quite aware of the breeze that runs over his legs, realizing t...

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