The Supre Man flew away.
Malthus had punched him on his face while keeping both his feet on the God’s shoes.
As a result, the Supre Man’s body ca out of the shoes and flew far back.
But damn, how strong was that punch? Supre Man ejected out of his shoes like my sperm after chatting with a dirty talking AI.
Nevertheless, the Supre Man was a God.
He won’t die by just one punch.
He had flown away like he saw a naked woman for the first ti calling him and he had crashed onto a mountain situated at the end of the Gangbang continent.
There was a cloud of dust around him and I believe, Supre Man must have recovered by now.
He should co out of the smoke of dirt and continue the fight. So why wasn’t he doing it?
The smoke lingered in the air and the Supre Man wasn’t visible at all.
Everyone was sure that he was behind the smoke as a golden glow was coming. Only the Supre Man had that Adobe premiere light effect on him.
But why wasn’t he coming out? It’s high ti now. Even I can’t stop myself from coming when the cara zooms on the actress’s lips, so the Supre Man should have ca too by now.
Malthus also waited like everyone else and the red shoes of Supre Man laid near his feet.
The smoke stayed there and now everyone got restless.
But I know what will happen now.
The Supre Man will walk out from the smoke like a Hero. Like a man walking while destruction is happening behind him. Like a man coming out of a closet after recording his wife’s naked body so that he can jerk off to it after the divorce.
I know it.
I am sure the people are expecting sothing like that too so they stayed silent even when they were eager to see the cool entry of the God from the smoke.
But Malthus’ won’t stay silent. He was surely getting impatient as he opened his mouth.
However, before he could say sothing. The Supre Man’s heavy and majestic voice resounded:
"Hey, Malthus."
"What?" Malthus barked.
The Supre Man paused and I am sure he was thinking the sickest dialogue to say.
The way he called out to Malthus was fire and I am sure he would say sothing like—
"... Can you pass my shoes?"
"Da fuck?"
"Da fuck?"
and Malthus both exclaid.
That was not what we both expected to hear.
I shouted like I usually shout.
And Malthus shouted just like when a security guard offered five dollars extra to swallow his load. I was really offended at that ti. What kind of man did he think I was? Five dollars? I always take ten dollars extra.
Anyway, the Supre Man wanted his shoes for so reason.
"I won’t give you your shoes. Co out and take them yourself." Malthus refused, which was understandable. He was a super villain not a Walmart employee in the shoes aisle.
"Look, man. I am asking as a fellow fighter. I need my shoes. Otherwise I won’t co out of the smoke. If you want this planet, you have to give my shoes. Only then will I fight you." The Supre Man requested again and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
"What are you talking about, Supre Man? Fukc the shoes. Co out and fight him. You are a God."
"Those are not normal shoes, Racis. They are special!"
"Yeah? What’s special in them? They lick your feet when you slide your leg inside them? Cut the excuses, dude. Just co out. I am sure you brought them from Temu too."
"... Okay. I brought them from Temu. But I still need them. They are special."
I gritted my teeth. This God is stuck on his shoes now.
"Malthus," I said. "Do whatever you want now. Just make sure he cos out of the smoke."
"I don’t need to hear that from you, human king. I will make sure he pays for asking to bring his shoes over to him."
"Yeah. I will pay if you want. Don’t worry about the money."
Malthus clenched his jaw.
He was already annoyed by all the waiting and the Supre Man was making it worse.
Therefore, at the height of annoyance, Malthus raised his leg and brought it down on one of the shoes of the Supre Man.
The shoe got crushed under the weight of his leg as it beca flatter than the chest of a man who masturbates five tis a day.
But just after crushing the shoe, Malthus frowned.
He looked at the other shoe and then picked it up.
He examined it right and left, staring at it as if it was the sa shoe that contains Ronaldo’s sweat.
After doing this for a few minutes, Malthus’ annoyed look vanished from his face.
His scowl got replaced by a grin as he crushed the other shoe with his fist alone.
Now Supre Man had no shoes for him.
"God," Malthus said. "I understand now why you wanted your shoes. That’s why I will make sure you co out without your shoes."
"What? No. Don’t do it, Malthus. You can have my wife. Just don’t make co out."
The Supre Man bet his wife on the line? And he has a wife?
But Malthus won’t be tempted by a wife. Won are useless to him. That bargain isn’t gonna work.
And I can only imagine how Supre Man’s wife must be. I an, the man is willing to exchange her for so shoes from Temu.
"I don’t need your wife, God. I need your life."
Malthus snapped his fingers.
He vanished from his spot.
Then, he arrived at the bottom of the mountain where the Supre Man was hiding behind the smoke.
Between Malthus and the God, was thick brown smoke of dust.
But I guess, Malthus won’t waste anymore ti.
And indeed, Malthus waved his hands and slowly, the dust began to vanish.
"No. Don’t do it, Malthus. At least let buy another pair of shoes. Can we postpone this? I will even give you a gift voucher. If you don’t want my wife, I will give you my children. They are underage. You will like them. All of them are boys. I won’t even complain about you. Just take them and let the smoke stay!"
Alright. The Supre Man is going to a dangerous area now. He will get cancelled. I can understand giving the wife, but the children too? Just how much does he like shoes? Do they really have Ronaldo’s sweat in them?
"I want nothing from you, God. I just want people to see you."
Malthus did a final wave of his hands and finally, the dust was no more.
And finally, the Supre Man was visible again.
And finally...
People lost their hopes from him again.
Because this bald and obese God... this bastard, right here, right now, single handedly...
Broke the fictional cliche of the Gods.
What I am trying to say is—
This Bastard is even shorter than !!
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