They both went silent recently and Morbil only started shitting on BD after BD started his "woe is me" bullshit and started shitting on himself.
Waaaaaait, are you guys telling me BD is a coprophile? Has he just been trying to goad everyone into turning around, spreading our ass cheeks, and sending him to brown heaven?
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Braindrop rolls back into plow pose and starts pushing
until it plops on his face. He smiles. Morbil, horrified, mutes a random Discord member. "Boss? Are... are you okay?"
Braindrop opens his mouth and aims a little to the left while giving his abs a few crunches. "For the
ladies," he thinks to himself. A falling
bounces off his upper lip, lands on his lower lip, then slides into his waiting mouth. He closes his lips, turns to Morbil, then flashes him the brownest toothy grin since the time he tried to see how many Lindor truffles he could fit in his mouth.
Morbil, still frozen by the spectacle, blindly mutes 3 more Discordians as an unconscious reflex. "Do you need me to make an announcement? Still working? Delayed by food poisoning? What's the narrative?"
"Ish jushash ish—" Braindrop begins, then pauses. He swishes his mouth around a bit, swallows, and begins again. "Sorry. As I was saying, it's just as it should be." He looks back up and walks his toes back farther, tightening his position and bringing his extruder to a more central position over his face. With a quick squeeze, another
glops onto his brow, and he happily breaks into song.
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Morbil, having muted a few other patrons, catches a clue. "You want more, don't you?"
"...and just like the flowers needing manure for their bed,
I need some more shit,
These chaindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling..."
Braindrop's song fades to humming as he loses himself in his indulgence. Morbil approaches and hesitates a few inches from Braindrop's head. Gathering his resolve, he turns his back to his boss, tugs his pants down, and hoversquats a foot above his target. Braindrop can't see Morbil since his eyes are covered, but he knows he's next to him because he felt his footsteps. He waits to see what Morbil does next.
In his mind, Morbil is aware that his role in Discord is to be a blame buffer. When his boss needs an iron fist to smash his ungrateful patrons, Morbil is that gauntlet. "Those damn plebeians should be thanking him for allowing them into the private server. Yet all they do is bitch." He can't figure them out, but he treats his role as a sacred anointment. Anointment. How fitting. He is a blame buffer, but his current task is to be a shame fluffer. His anxiety puts up a brief fight, but his duty wins out and he tenses up. A gushy lump of
pushes its way out of his ass, and he twists his position slightly to guide it across Braindrop's forehead, anointing him with foreign matter.
The effect is immediate. Braindrop realizes what has happened and loses his balance, releasing the pose and flopping to his side. Morbil panics, wondering if he'd misread the room. The dread is short-lived, as Braindrop's sudden giggling fit makes it clear that he is very, very pleased.
Morbil sighs a breath of relief, then allows himself to fall back on his bare ass. A sense of pride wells up in his chest, as he realizes this is like a promotion. He is now trusted with a new service to perform for his superior. "My
doody hole is now my
duty hole!"
