HERJIN': a Spyro story, by Owl Tiem "I learned a new word last night!" "Was it go away I'm busy?" "That's four words, you fag. That's as many as four ones, and that's terr." Medgineer ignored him. This was, of course, the Cardinal Sin and he would go to hell and burn forever for it, but he did it all the fucking time anyway and Spyro rarely actually bothered to start the "burning forever" bit because if he did that he would not be getting any from that quarter for at least a week and he wasn't even going near Sniper anymore now that he knew the guy was into fucking pissing on people, goddamn. "Herjin'," Spyro said proudly. Medgineer kept ignoring him. "Don't you even wanna know what it means, mang?" "No." "Too bad, I will demonstrate." Spyro pushed things out of his way so he could sit on Medgineer's desk, and kept a death grip on the edge with one hand so he couldn't be pushed off as he unzipped his pants. "I learned this from the internet," he explained proudly, herjing his cock hard, before biting his lip with the intensity of the effort. "You're sitting on my stapler," Medgineer observed. "I knew something was raping me," Spyro gasped, "but it is hella worth it. Adds to the whole herjin' experience - " Suddenly, he herjed all over Medgineer's goggles. "Aww, yeah," said Spyro smugly. "I hate you, boy."