" Sorry," Patrick said. "Now, can you please tell me how someone like yourself ended up in that lamp?" Well," Cornelius said. "I'm one of the little f...lk, fairies as you generally call us, and I was minding me own business some time ago -- I suppose it would be 800 or so of your own years -- when I took it in mind to see a bit of the world. I stowed away on a ship bound for Palestine, during that little disturbance you had called the Crusades, and in no time at all I found meself in the middle. The two women looked at each other, and in unison said “No, what?” I looked hesitantly from one to the next, and replied “No, Ma’am”. “Now that’s more like it”, said Sandy.She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lavender bra straining to hold back her large, wide mellons. She then unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, revealing a matching lavender thong. “On the floor, on your back”, she commanded, and with a nod from my wife, I obeyed. Sandy straddled me, and. Her cheeks were rouged and her lips and nails were bright red. She could have stepped out of the pages of the trashiest comic.She thrust her chest out, causing her tits to tremble. I thought I saw a wisp of blonde hair beneath the skirt. No way in hell was she getting a Comics Code Authority seal."Yes, TurboWhore," continued Angie, "The Scarlet Harlot, sexual warrior in the fight against crime. Once an ordinary business woman, Angie Carson was bitten by a radioactive prostitute, giving her. "Not faring very well!" Seargant Dyke commented loudly.Kid Testosterone stepped forward, hands on hips. "Let's go," he slowly said with grit and determination.The Detesticulator pointed."I'm sorry," he said, backing up timidly. "Please just ignore that squirt of testosterone. I don't know what came over me."The Detesticulator just smiled."Mother of God!" he cried out in his now high-pitched voice. "That's just MEAN! You're just MEAN PEOPLE!"The Detesticulator moved her index finger, then.