THE BEST STORY IN THE WORLD...EVER PART V
Oooh...part 5! Goddamn, it's a bit like Friday 13th now, isn't it? Is this the one where Rocky's son gets beaten up at school, and his jacket stolen by bullies who then become his friends?
Anyway, Steve opened a door and found himself in a giant arena, with hordes of people sitting in the stands watching him. From small boxes, huge lions were released and they headed straight for Steve. He ran towards a nun and broke her legs off. Steve used the legs as defence against the brutal lions, by thumping them harshly on the head.
"Boo!" cheered the crowd. Steve fired arrows at the weakest members of the crowd and used their burned corpses as weapons. He chucked them at old men and made a mad dash for the exit, hurtling through the door at top speed, breathing heavily as he collapsed to the floor, exhausted and drained.
"I believe you were looking for me?" said the doctor.
"What are you? Some kind of doctor?" asked Steve.
"Yes, Doctor Fostercodge."
"The notorious Doctor Fostercodge, eh?" said Steve, "I've read all about you in the papers. You kill women and feed them to your fish."
"That's right, and these fools here believe I am a real doctor."
"Doesn't your name give you away?"
"How unlikely is it for a murderer so well known as me to work in a hospital under the name Doctor Fostercodge? Any intelligent person would've changed their name...they give me the benefit of the doubt."
"We should team up," suggested Steve, "We could become a fighting force of extraordinary magnitude."
"Although you are not a woman," began the doctor, "I feel compelled to kill you and feed you to my fish."
"Run!" screamed Steve, walking slowly away. Doctor Fostercodge followed, an evil grin spreading across his face like cum on a Friday night. Steve ducked and was hidden from the doctor.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." sang the doctor, unsheathing a knife from its sheath.
"Take this, evil doctor!" said Steve, pushing a cabinet of bonsai trees on top of Fostercodge.
"My eyes!" screamed the doctor as he melted into the ground.
Steve ran to the exit and attemped to open it, but it was locked.
"Can I help you?" came a voice from behind him. Steve turned around and spotted a receptionist behind the reception desk like every good receptionist should be.
"Let me out, you fucking bitch, or I'll slit your face!" yelled Steve, tauntingly shaking a hammer in front of her.
"Are you a patient?" asked the receptionist. Steve thought back to his time when Ricardo's, the lovely French restaurant near his home had taken almost forty-four days to deliver his chicken fried rice, and he thought about how he'd waited for it without complaining, or ringing to moan...and how he'd killed the delivery boy with a saw and some packets of curry...
"No, I'm very impatient..." said Steve. The receptionist smiled, pressed a button, and the doors swung open. Steve ran outside into the cold night, his nipples erect, and his penis flaccid...he was free!