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“What do you think, Ms. Charlie?”
Charlie gazes into the compound’s Boohbah holding zone. Her face was pressed against the glass with a wonder rarely seen outside of kids on Christmas Eve. “Gorgeous.” She responded. All Ty had told her was that he had something she would like to see and oh boy, she knew that Marissa would be furious at her for trusting Ty Betteridge of all the blondes on Earth. The boobah holding cell was nothing more than a padded room with a couple “enrichment activities”. Balls and a jump rope (although Charlie doubted they would be able to get their rotund bodies off the ground)
And because Ty is telepathic because i said so, he smirks, “You’re a disbeliever. Look.” he points inside the room to Jingbah, who was in flight. And that’s when the screaming started. Huddled in the corner was a Michael, an overnighter no doubt. But instead of torturing him physically the compound had thrown him to the wolves to test the mental capabilites of a michael. Well, less to the wolves and more to the boobahs. Zumbah approached him with a call of “Boooooohbah.”
Charlie had never seen a person in so much anguish. He was shaking with tears streaming down his face and making his perfect eyeliner run. “Is the little yeewhore crying? Cry me a river gay boy. Ohh you can’t handle a simple Zumbah? I thought you were stronger than that.” Ty says with a clinical coldness. Michale crawls over to the glass and pounds on it “CHARLIE!!!!! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HEREEEE!!!!!!!!” he screeches.
That was the last Charlie ever saw of that Michael as Zing Zing Zingbah unhinged his jaw and swallowed him whole. It holds its hand out to her with a puppy dog look in its eye “he’s inviting you to boohland” ty wails, “They never invited m-me to boohland”
Charlie goes to boohland and lives happily ever after. The end.