The Minigail Maintenance Unit 3 (Patreon)

After getting it from her shoe-car, Behgail placed the very gay-looking device on MrArgent's coffee table. It was like some sort of homo spice rack.

"Rainbow-colored hearts... That's just..."

"I know right!? Beautiful! I painted the casing silver. Get it!? Silver? Argent? Silver?"

"So how does it works?"

"Simple! In normal circumstances, they would do it by themselves but right now, because the Tinnitus Man is so close, probably by your pool out there, they gonna need a little bit of help to get in there."

"Here... Show me with lime green Minigail."

"Perfect. I'm just gonna shove her in the green mouth over here... Gnom gnom gnom... Here you go... Let yourself be eaten by the machine, little bitch... Alright!"

"What's happening in there!?"

"Haven't you read the instruction manual yet?"

"Right! You told me it's in the back of the MMU... Let's see... "POUR LA MAINTENANCE DE..." BEHGAIL, IT'S IN FRENCH!!!"

"I thought you knew french... I heard you say "Champagne" the other day..."

"Just explain it to me."

Alright. So, right now, the machine is processing her. You know, undress her, quickly clean her and hood her up. The device will also check her daily performances."

"Daily performances!? Why?"

"Because the best of the 10 will get fed "real" food and rewarded with a VR headset, as for to watch Paw Patrol before going to sleep."

"What about the 9 others?"

"They will be forcefed Girl Gruel, electrotortured, reeducated and reconditioned before getting sleepsacked."

"I love it! How long does it takes before the machine stores her inside her capsule!?"

**DING!!!**

Dinged the device at the very moment MrArgent stopped talking, as for to show that it was done and now storing the Minigail in her personal capsule.

"I love when time does the timing right."

Said our very favorite heroine.