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                                    presents
 
                        An Interview with The Streptococci
 
                                 Toxic File #91
                               by Gross Genitalia
 
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The following is collection of interviews taken by penicillin mold spores
passing down my throat during a recent sore throat of mine.
 
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PENICILLIN: Grettings to all you ugly streptococci sons of bitches. Despite the
   fact that we are here to kill you, we also are here to interview you, and
   perhaps find out a bit more about your lifestyles. We will begin with you,
   strep #1. What is it like to be a part of the great big cocci family of
   bacteria?
 
S #1: Well, quite frankly it sucks. As you know we have a somewhat "iffy"
   life, we never know when we will get the mood to attack some human
   bastard and attack it in hopes of killing it. So you live one moment
   to the next, respiring involuntarily, never knowing what your future will
   be.
 
P: As for these "moods", is this somewhat an explanation for invariably
   attacking your prey? Your answer #2.
 
S #2: Well I guess so. One minute you're lounging in Jamaica, the next
   minute a damned typhoon strikes and the wind picks you up and carries you
   for hundreds of miles. All that dangerous work of trying to scarf an
   eel's epidermal cells, all shot to hell by a TYPHOON. So you get pretty
   pissed and a mood comes about to attack a human.
 
P: But why don't you ever get these "moods to attack" while not pissed?
 
S #2: Well, we'd all actually much rather engage in kinky sex and reproduce
      than to attack people. Sometimes we have a little trouble "getting
      that rise," and it pisses us off. So we attack humans and get that
      warm gooey throat place that makes us feel as if on a bed of jism and
      we have no trouble spurting away.
 
P: But don't you reproduce asexually?
 
S #2: True, but we've devised a new method of attachment that allows us to
      fulfill our utmost pleasures while leeching off the agonistic bodies
      of human beings.
 
P: Aren't you guys a little small for sex?
 
S #3: Yes, and obviously none of us have ever achieved orgasm. So in our
      undying horny quest for pleasure, we constantly seek out sex as a form
      of relief in these our trying times of nonejaculation.
 
P: On a more personal note, how do streptococci like yourselves feel about
   us penicillin molds?
 
S #1: You tacky sons of bitches can go fuck yourself for all we care. Well, I
      guess that's not possible but try it sometime anyway. You are a threat
      and a menace to our society. Piss off you pigslime bastards.
 
P: Well all fine and dandy. <A passing spore obliterated Strep #1.) Onto
   another facet of your existence, how does it make you feel that you are
   tantalizing other living organisms with sickness and pain?
 
S #2: It's because of bastards like you guys that we keep on going in our
      struggle to keep the existence of our race, always devoted to the
      quest for sex as a means to keep our survival.
 
A traitorous spore grabs Strep #2 and they engage in bacterial sex. The
 two organisms run off to the epiglottis to get married. Word reaches the Strep
 existing in the throat that the two finally achieved orgasm and the rest of
 the strep and penicillum spores rush to the epiglottis to experience the
 forever-sought-after orgasm. However, Supreme Being swallows His spit and the
 entire congregation is swept down His mighty Esophagus into a large cavern
 and digested in a big pool of mushy stale burritos and hydrochloric acid.
 With a last strain of bacterial and fungal life the two existences are
 completely grossed out by all that snot dripping on them from the walls of
 His cavern-pool and promptly cease to exist. The interviewer was inadvertently
 fucked by a malformed streptococcus and was swept away with the others into
 his Disgusting Doom.)
 
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(c)August 1990. TS/GrGen. #91.
 
 
