Im going to breed Omegatronic. That f**king bot hoster has put me through hell for the last couple years. Ruining my favorite game, Team Fortress 2. Well guess what? Im going to find him, f**k him, and make sure he will never bot again.
First I'll kick down his door like the badass I am. Next, I'll rush into the disgusting degenerate filth that is his room. Then, I'll grab him by his bald head, pin him against the wall, and tell him softly, "you're not going to bot Team Fortress 2 any longer, honey." As I make out with him. He'll resist at first, but deep down inside I know he wants this.
I'll slam him on his bed and pull down his pants and underwear. "Gross and unwashed, huh. You naughty boy." As I pull my cock out and rub it against his tight little bot hoster hole, he whimpers in protest, but he soon submits. As my rage against Omegatronic increases after having him right here in real life, I start to furiously hate f**k him. With every thrust Omegatronic moans in pleasure, as I relentlessly hit his bot hoster g-spot.
Soon, it's a victory, as I release my seed inside him. I did it. I had sexual intercorse with the man I hated the most. The man that has been ruining Team Fortress 2 for the past few years. I confiscate all of his laptops, still running bots in TF2 matches. I tell him "No more running bots. Or you'll make daddy really angry." He silently nods, as hes still laying on his bed, his bot hoster bussy full of my creamy sticky "mad milk".
I return home after that well earned victory. I load up a casual Team Fortress 2 match on the map pl_upward. Not a single bot in sight.
I did it. I saved Team Fortress 2.
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