Sam On A Bike

sam on a bike

he's gonna chase raiden because he stole sam's motorcycle

fucking dies

A TRAGEDY IN FOUR IMAGES.

[takes the bait and dies]

Femboy Hooters is fucking real now so have this.

Raiden opened the car door and stepped out. He looked at his new workplace. The words “Femboy Hooters” were in bright bold orange, for everyone to see. Why? Why here? Out of all the jobs he could’ve taken to blend in as a civilian on this mission, this was the most ideal? Oh god, if anyone he knew walked in on him he’d never live this down, but he needed to stop this plot, and the terrorists were known to operate around here. Taking up a job in the local area and spying on them that way would be a lot less shady than randomly hanging around hear 24/7 to try and get a crumb of information. Which lead him to applying for a job at Femboy Hooters. Raiden sighed and pushed open the front door. This was gonna be a long day….

In just a couple minutes, they had fitted the cyborg in his work uniform, a white tank top with “Femboy Hooters” written on it in the restaurant’s signature bright orange, and a pair of really tight booty shorts in the same orange. This was already incredibly embarrassing, and the fact that he had to talk to people like this made it extra humiliating. What kind of people were the owners of this place?? Who even made this damned place? Raiden sighed in frustration as he served up and order of fries to a customer. Just two more hours and he’d be free….

A bell was heard ringing and a group of customers walked in. Raiden recognised them all immediately. Oh no, it was the Winds of Destruction, complete with a certain Brazilian samurai and patriotic senator. He was like a deer in headlights, he just watched in horror as they group turned to him, the recognition dawning on their faces.

“Welcome to Femboy Hooters, how may I help you?” The embarrassment was real, threatening to swallow him whole, why, why did they have to come here!? “Jack?” Sundowner was trying his hardest to hold back a laugh, “I never knew you were…uhh…into this kinda thing….” He broke down into giggles at once. “Looking good pretty boy” Raiden sent Sam a death glare, he wanted to strangle that damned bastard so bad….but that probably wouldn’t go down to well with everyone in the restaurant. His smile was very much forced as he guided the Desperados to their seats.

“What would you like to order?” Raiden asked, taking out a small notepad. The Winds had a small huddle. “Can we get uhhh…” Armstrong spoke up “a number 2, a number 9, a number 14….two number 15s…..a number 8 and 19…..”

“And a piece of that ass” Sam chimed in. The Winds immediately erupted into laughter, tears rolling down their face. Raiden had gone a bright red. Oh, how he was gonna fucking murder that smugass Brazilian……

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