Twiggy is played by Allyn Rachel in the style of Bee from Bee and Puppycat
Duane, the clerk is played by Scott Menville in the style of Kevin French from Mission Hill
Frank, the manager is played by H. Jon Benjamin in the style of Bob Belcher from Bob's Burgers
(I know it's script format. I had this written in advance. Sue me...)
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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t(Twiggy walks into GameShop with a used copy of Executioner’s Dogma: Harmony [Fluffy Tales version of Assassin’s Creed: Unity] as well as a receipt. Behind the counter is a twenty-something skinny beaver guy with glasses, who is clearly the clerk and is the only one who appears to be tending the shop. An ad for Sploon [FT version of Splatoon] is playing on the TV above him.) Twiggy: *walks inside, making the door chime. She greets the clerk, who is wearing a nametag that says “Duane” on it* Hi! Could I please return this? Duane: Sure! You got a receipt? Twiggy: Right here! *holds it up* Duane: Okay, what game is it? Twiggy: Executioner’s Dogma: Harmony. Duane: What’s wrong with it? Twiggy: *becoming a bit irritated now* Nothin’. It’s terrible. I want my money back. Duane: There’s…nothing wrong with it? Twiggy: Nope. This game just fucking sucks. It’s full of bugs that ruin it for me. I can't even get all the achievements in it. Duane: Uhh, returning a game just because you don’t like it is impossible. We can’t do that. Twiggy: *becomes a bit angrier now* Why?! I played the original Executioner’s Dogma when I was only seven! It only got better when I played II when I was nine and then later Fellowship when I was ten! But this?! This is awful! Duane: *rather emotionlessly* I don’t play open-world games. Twiggy: *sighs frustratedly* The point is…this game has forgotten what the series is. I want my money back. Here’s the receipt *puts it on the counter*…now refund me. Please. Duane: I told you, we can’t do that. We can only refund full price if the game is defective or broken. Twiggy: *becomes even angrier* BUT IT’S USED! Duane: *still emotionless* Tell you what. You can trade it in for store credit. That’s all we can allow you to do. Twiggy: *seething* WHO’S “WE”?! You’re the only one here… Duane: *just as emotionless as ever* Do you wanna trade it in or not? Twiggy: *seethes angrily, then suddenly becomes happy* I’ll be right back, Duane. I left something in my daddy’s car. c: *takes the game and the reciept, then walks away from the counter* Duane: *continues to be emotionless* Okay. (Twiggy leaves the store, only to come back inside moments later, completely nude with the game and the receipt in hand.) Duane: *sees Twiggy’s nude body* 0.0 M..ma’am? (Twiggy goes over to a rack of games and lies on the floor face up near it. She places the game and the receipt over by her ass and pussy. She raises her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. She spreads her legs apart and opens her tailhole.) Duane: W…what are you doing, ma’am? o.o (Twiggy strains and lets out a loud fart.) Duane: *realizing what is going to happen next* Oh, no! No, no! NOOOO! (Twiggy pees out a fountain of piss onto the game, looking up at Duane and grinning defiantly at him) Duane: NOOO! STOP! (Twiggy continues to urinate and sticks her tongue out at Duane. She then finishes peeing and gets ready for the big finish…) Duane: *runs into the back to get the manager* Frank! FRAAAANK! Twiggy: *shouting after Duane* WHERE YA GOIN’, DUANE?! YOU’RE GONNA MISS THE FINALE! :p *to herself, now that Duane ran to get his manager* No sense in letting a good shit go to waste, is there? *begins to push her turd out. It’s a 4 on the Bistrol scale. It plops right onto the shitty game, making it actually shitty. By the time she finishes, Duane comes back with his manager, a thirty something chubby raccoon man with a mustache. He’s wearing a nametag that says “Frank” * Duane: LOOK! *points to Twiggy doing her business on the sales floor* Frank: *not even angry, but actually a bit honored* Did fucking Twiggy just take a shit on the sales floor? Twiggy: *looks up at Frank* Sure did. <3 Duane: Aren’t you going to ban her?! Frank: What? No. I fucking love Schneide, Twiggy especially. *to Twiggy* What's the problem, Twiggy? Is there a reason you decided to drop a deuce in my store? Or did Duane here just decide not to let you use the bathroom in the back? Twiggy: *lying through the gap in her teeth* Yeah, Duane didn’t let me use the can. :p Frank: *to Duane, angry and red-faced* Duane, you FUCKING MORON! How many times do I have to tell you?! The bathroom is NOT for paying customers only! What if a two-year old in potty training needs to go right fucking now?! I am NOT getting sued over that! Duane: That’s not why she did it! >.< Frank: *angrily thrusting his index finger in Duane’s face* Shut the fuck up. You're on thin fucking ice. *to Twiggy, calmer now that he is talking to her* Is that really what happened, Twiggy? Did Duane really refuse you access to the toilet? Oh, and you can stand up now. You don’t gotta lie on this dirty floor any longer. Twiggy: *stands up* No…*reads Frank’s name tag* Frank. That’s not why I pinched a loaf in here. *furrows her brow and becomes angry* It’s because DUANE refused to return a shitty game I bought from here, so I thought I would trade it in for something of equal value. >c Frank: *raises his eyebrows, amused and impressed by Twiggy’s method of handling the issue* Whoa! Well then! You really ARE Twiggy! Sorry about that. So, what did you try to take back? c: Twiggy: Executioner’s Dogma: Harmony… Frank: *looks at the shit-covered game at lying over by Twiggy's asshole* DAMN! You let that shitty game fuckin' have it! *to Duane* You see that, Duane?! That's the Twiggy I watch on Sexy Saturdays! Twiggy: Always nice to meet a fan. C: So why did the devevlopers even change their name to Poopy Soft, anyway? Frank: They got bought out. Anyway, Executioner’s Creed II and Fellowship were the best ones in the series! Twiggy: GASP! Those are my favorite ones! ^^ Frank: HOLY SHIT, DUDE! WE GOTTA TALK ABOUT EM’! :D Duane: AHEM! Twiggy and Frank: SHUT UP, DUANE! *he shuts up* Twiggy: But seriously, am I gonna get my refund or not? Frank: You want a refund? You got one! Twiggy: Hey, thanks, man! C: Duane: But she doesn’t have a receipt! She...WENT on it! >.> Twiggy: Only cuz you wouldn't take it, you moron! D< Frank: You wouldn't take the receipt, Duane? What the fuck?! Was it pre-owned?! Duane: …Yeah. ;^^ Frank: Duane…refund Twiggy’s purchase. NOW. All of it. IN CASH. Duane: *sweating bullets* But that’s against company policy…! Frank: The only thing that’s against company policy around here is YOU, you thoughtless asshole! Not only did you refuse to give a refund for a shitty pre-owned game to motherfucking Twiggy of all people, but you also forgot that she had a goddamn receipt! Shame on you! Now you go to that damn register and you give Twiggy her money back! After that, you get the fuck out of my store, cuz you are FIRED! D< Duane: But...it's covered in... Frank: NOW!!! Duane: 0______0 Y…yes, sir. *goes over to the counter and pulls out $62 in cash. He hands it to Twiggy.* Ma’am…I’m VERY sorry I wasted your time. I’ll just be going now…x.x *he walks out of the store, scared shitless* Frank: I hope you ban that douche from your channel, Twigg. Twiggy: Don’t worry. I'm banning his narrow beaver ass once I get home. *points to her mess on the floor* You want me to clean that up? Frank: Huh? *he looks at the turd and puddle on the carpet* Oh, no. I’ll get the girl who’s coming in in 2 minutes to do it. At least she’s getting paid to it, y’know? Twiggy: True. x3 Lemme ask you something, Frank…you ever get it on with a Meister during your shift before? <3 Frank: <3 ;^^ Hehe. Why…no, I have not. x3 Twiggy: First time for everything, right? <333 Frank: …Yes, there is. <333 Twiggy: *climbs up onto the counter and spreads her legs, her asshole still dirty from crapping* Then, shall we? <3 <3 <3 Frank: Yeah. By all means. We shall. <3 <3 <3 Uhh, hey, you wanna wipe first? There's some TP in the back. Twiggy: That's okay. I think I'll just leave it dirty. x3 Frank: Holy shit, honey! You're as hardcore as you say! Alright, let's do this! *unzips his pants, whips his dick out and proceeds to fuck her on the countertop* THE END\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
So, that's that. Same deal as the clean pic. Twiggy is around 16-17 years old.
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Smudge Proof is Best Pony c: