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The warehouse was almost empty, the only things there was a table, a 55 gallon drum and a parked car. A truck pulled up to the warehouse and its door opened letting the truck in. The truck came to a halt in front of the table and the drum. The boss got out of the truck’s cab with a brief case.
“You there?” The boss demanded.
“Yeah,” the scum bag said getting out of his truck, “You got the money?”
“Right here,” The boss held up the brief case, “Where is this weapon?”
“In the drum.”
The Driver got out of the truck and the scumbag’s henchman joined them.
“I was promise something that would destroy my extra judicial problems,” the boss was concerned, “A bomb like that will bring the ATF after me.”
“It isn’t a bomb,” the scumbag picked his nose.
“If that is some sort of chemical weapon,” The boss was more concerned.
“Relax,” The scumbag said, “the maker assures me that this stuff will make all those cape and spandex types turn into hot little honey sluts for you to throw in strip club.”
“Check it,” the boss ordered his driver.
“Ok, ok,” the scumbag got a screw driver and lossened the clamps holding the top shut, “See, this pink goo? Once you get it on or in your pain they become your profit.”
The scumbag poked the thick bright pink goo with the screw driver.
“What about the guys?” the Boss asked.
“The maker said it will work on them too,” the scumbag said, “You going to buy or do I have to find another buyer?”
“I’ll take it.”
The scumbag and the boss went to the table to make sure the money was in order when the pink goo began to form into the shape of a buxom woman and move out of the drum.
“Shit!” The Driver shouted when he noticed the Pink Goo lady moving towards them.
The form held out an arm and the driver, then the boss, the scumbag, and finally the henchman was splattered in the thick sludge. They were paralyzed as it enveloped them, and then the goo returned to its humanoid form. The four figures left were air headed blonde babes in pastel pink latex mini dresses and hooker heels. The Pink Goo enveloped the henchman and changed to take the form of a thick and heavy pink latex catsuit with thigh boots and opera gloves. The Pink hench-hottie walked over and picked up the briefcase of money and smile before walking out, running the pink finger throw the long blonde ponytail. So much work to do, the maker had given it orders and it know who to target…