anon.salon🌚
Bilker Bulbous sat in his sweat-stained underwear, hair standing straight up like Einstein, typing furiously at his laptop keyboard. He was livid. He was inclined to assume the world was against him, and he, Bilker Bulbous, had been tactically targeted by a capricious trickster god -- perhaps Loki? -- to endure cruel punishment and almost universal scorn from his insane cohabitants of the planet Earth. Tactically, Bilker Bulbous pondered, because it MUST serve some higher purpose in the battle between light and darkness, good and evil, for Bilker Bulbous to have been so coldly dismissed and heartily villified by his ex-comrades at UrButt ( pronounced YOUR BUTT ), a top-secret project for mysterious trillionaire Anvil Flask. Flask, a creation of the enigmatic writer Nemo Octavius, had no desire to partake in the adventures of the sweat ( and sometimes urine ) - stained underwear wearing typist Bilker Bulbous, and Flask saw Bilker Bulbous as highly unlikely to add much creative spark to the UrButt project -- a multinational project which connected assholes from various nation/corporations. Sphincters of the world: PUCKER TOGETHER AS ONE was the company's motto. Thus Bulbous was shat out from the proverbial sphincter and now spent his days and nights spamming his friend Flubber's discord server.