For Robert, life no longer sucks. His dream came true. He owns a successful business. He owns a store that specializes in the sale of enemas. His store is called, "Enema Heaven", which is located in Deerfield Beach, Florida, right next to Century Village, which is a housing development for decrepit old fucks, with decaying brains.
It was a very special day for Robert. He had just grossed over $1 million in profits at Enema Heaven. Giving enemas to old fucks is pretty gross. Anyway, Robert was so happy when he hit that $1 million mark after selling an enema to an 81 year old man. The problem was the old fuck did not know how to insert the enema up his asshole, so Robert had to show him how. Somehow before, having to stick an enema up an old man's asshole would be pretty disgusting, but Robert didn't mind and he didn't even know why. Could it have something to do with that old fuck causing Robert to become a millionaire, or did he all of a sudden find sexual desires with old men? Who knows.
Robert put his face next to the old man's asshole and he enjoyed it as he inserted the enema. Robert released the enema and before he could move, the old fuck lost control of his bowls and shit all over his face. Robert didn't mind because that old fuck shitting all over his face had just made him a millionaire. But then, suddenly and abruptly Robert started feeling nauseous.
That was only the beginning of the Hell that Robert experienced. He started puking his guts out and his successful enema store was nothing more than a dream he had. For Robert, reality was a bigger nightmare than any dream he ever had. He woke up in a mental institution being shit on for real from a black man whose name was Jesse Taylor who was a guard at the mental hospital. Jesse was a self righteous fucking prick who thought he was obligated to stick his nose in other people's business and fuck with people who didn't agree with his way of thinking. Jesse also beat the shit out of Robert too. At least in his dream, Robert made over $1 million getting shit on by an 81 year old man. In reality, he was fucked over, bigtime.
It seems that Jesse was mad at Robert because he hated the work ethic. That made Jesse mad because he felt that Robert had a lack of character and moral because he didn't believe that he should spend his life working at a job that sucks and getting treated like shit. For Jesse, the work ethic meant working at a job that he hates, but to make it more enjoyable, he would be a mean prick who has the power to beat the shit out of and shit on people (literally) who he didn't like. Jesse was also a member of a religious organization which was called, Save Our Youth. The organization was aimed at getting kids off drugs and out of gangs by using force. The organization also blamed rap and alternative music for causing kids to join gangs and take drugs.
Robert ended up in the mental institution because he tried to commit suicide by swallowing a bottle of laxatives. It wasn't enough to kill him, but it made him throw up a lot and he got diarrhea real bad. He also had to have his stomach pumped.
Robert's dream was to own a store that specializes in the sale of enemas. The problem was he couldn't even hold down a job, but that was not always the case. Robert used to live in Chicago where he was successfully holding down a job. He worked at an underground record store which was called Fecal Matter Records, which specialized in the sale of the nastiest music and videos ever made. Robert loved his job and it was safe for him to express himself freely there. While at work, he had blue hair and an earring in his nose and his boss was cool so he was able to get away with it. While at work he would play music all day in which the word "fuck" was used constantly in the lyrics. Now that caused him to enjoy his job.
Unfortunately, something went tragically wrong. It turns out that Robert's parents were a couple of arrogant scumbags and forced Robert to move to South Florida against his will which forced him to leave a job that he was successful at because he wasn't old enough to live on his own. His luck with being able to keep a job in South Florida was shit.
After moving to Florida, Robert got a job at Peaches Records. It was a lot different than Fecal Matter Records. After what he experienced, he felt that Fecal Matter Records was cool and Peaches Records was fecal matter. Robert was fired from his job because he was put under surveillance and he sold music with a warning label (also known as a Tipper Sicker) on it to a minor. Oh my God! He sold music from Jane's Addiction to a 17 year old and they felt that innocent child would be corrupted and harmed from that music. Robert was so pissed off over what had happened he felt like walking in there with an AK47 and blowing as many people away as possible. Then he wanted to throw gasoline all over that record store and burn it down to the ground.
To make matters worse for Robert, he was expelled from high school which means he could not graduate and he would have to wait years before he could even get a GED. What happened was he threatened to kill his guidance counselor. It all started when Mr. Bloud was deciding for Robert what he should do with his life. Mr. Bloud said, "Robert you have a very bad attitude and outlook on life. You should get a job in a nursing home. It will build a sense of character in you because you'll be helping out your community". Robert said, "I only want to get a job in a nursing home if I can put cyanide in people's food and watch them die". Mr. Bloud said, "you are mentally disturbed and I am trying to help you. If you don't want to do what I think you should do, then what do you want to do with your life"? Robert said, "I am going to open up a store that sells nothing but enemas right next to Century Village and I know I am going to make millions of dollars from it because there are plenty of decrepit old fucks there who enjoy having enemas. After I make my millions of dollars, I'm going to sell my enema store and move to San Francisco and open an enema store for gay men". Mr. Bloud said, "Robert, you are living in a dream world. You need to get in the real world and pull yourself up by the bootstraps. You are a loser piece of shit. You need to join the Army. The discipline will be good for you and they'll whip your ass into shape so you'll be a good citizen who will learn to do what you are supposed to do. Robert said, "listen you motherfucker, I'm going to take those fucking bootstraps and wrap them around your fucking neck until you fucking die". For some reason, Robert was expelled from high school after he said that.
Once again, in Florida Robert's guidance counselor was a fucking asshole. In Chicago, his guidance counselor was cool. When Robert told his guidance counselor in Chicago that he wanted to open up a store that sells enemas, he said, "Robert, you are very creative and intelligent. There is no dream that can not become a reality and I know you can open an enema store because no one else ever came up with that idea. A lot of people may think that you are nuts for your idea, but they said that about the guy who invented the wheel. I know that enema stores are the wave of the future and I know you can open one up. Good luck". Man, there is a big difference from Chicago and Florida. After Robert's parents forced him to move to Florida, his dreams turned to shit.
Shortly after Robert was expelled from high school and with his bad luck with holding down jobs, he tried to commit suicide by swallowing a bottle of laxatives which got him committed to that mental hospital where Jesse beat the shit out of him and shit on him. After Robert was released from the mental institution, he got into a "job training" program for people with learning and emotional disabilities which was called the Association of Career Development For the Developmentally Deranged, ACDFDD. ACDFDD decided to send him to work at Obey Industries, which was a sheltered workshop that teaches people to be obedient workers and to honor and obey the work ethic, follow rules, conform and praise huge corporations. Robert hated it there. Most of the people there were retards and he didn't feel that he fit in. All the counselors turned out to be a bunch of fascist cunts who didn't think that he was capable of being placed on a regular job until he improved his attitude and started conforming. His main counselor there, Carolyn was a real fucking fascist cunt who forced Robert to get rid of his blue hair and get rid of the earring in his nose. Robert told her that it was ok for him to look that way when he worked at Fecal Matter Records in Chicago. Carolyn said that is Chicago and this is Florida which is a "family oriented" state and dressing that way is inappropriate. Robert was really pissed off at that cunt for forcing him to get rid of his blue hair and his earring in his nose. Even after he got rid of the blue hair and his earring, Carolyn wasn't going to have Robert placed on a regular job until she felt that he was ready. One day, Robert was so fed up with Carolyn dicking him around, he brought a switch blade knife with him to work and he was going to slit her throat. On that day, Carolyn called Robert into her office. Robert was getting ready to cut her throat when Carolyn told him that he was ready to be placed on a regular job. Making that announcement saved her life.
It turns out that Carolyn was talking to Jesse. Jesse supported Obey and their policies. That figures. Jesse and Carolyn decided that it would be best to place Robert on a job working at the hospital that he was committed at. That's what they think. It was the month of October and it was the beginning of several jobs that Robert would have and several massacres that would happen by Christmas.
Seeing that Jesse was Robert's boss and Jesse was a prick, it didn't take long for things to go sour. Robert was working at the hospital for one week when he told Jesse that he was going to Chicago on a vacation because it was Halloween and it was too fucking hot in Florida. Jesse's reaction to Robert's vacation was not too good. Gee, what a surprise. This is what Jesse had to say: "look man, who the fuck do you think you are, honky? The busy season has just started and there are a lot of sick snowbirds who have just come down here. There is no way I'm letting you take your white ass on any vacation". Robert was starting to get very pissed off. Robert said, "now look, it is Halloween and the weather is too fucking hot here and I'm going to Chicago where the weather is the way it is suppose to be on Halloween. Also, every year I go to Club Satan in Chicago on Halloween for their Mr. Satan costume contest and there is no fucking way that I am going to miss it, case closed". Jesse said, "no look you honky motherfucker, you take that vacation, it will be a permanent one". At that point, Robert went into a major rampage and he started throwing things and cussing. This is what he had to say: "Now look you fucking nigger, I fucking hate Florida you fucking bastard, you're not stopping me from going to Chicago. You can go suck my fucking dick, you fucking asshole, nigger piece of shit fucking prick". At that point, Jesse beat the shit out of Robert. Then he fired him. Jesse wanted to take a shit on Robert too but he couldn't because he was constipated.
After Jesse beat the shit out of Robert, he left the hospital, very badly bruised, but Robert was very pissed off and he had revenge on his mind. Later that day, Robert returned to the hospital. Robert grabbed a bedpan that had piss and shit in it, snuck up on Jesse and he hit him over the head with it, giving him a bad concussion, and knocking him unconscious. He grabbed Jesse and dragged him into a vacant room in the hospital. As Jesse started to regain consciousness, Robert injected him with a syringe that had morphine in it, a lethal amount. Jesse went into seizures and then his heart stopped and he died.
Robert enjoyed watching Jesse die. He never knew that killing someone could be so much damn fun, but then he realized that if he got caught, he would have to go to prison. He dressed up looking like a coroner and he took the body out of the hospital. People at the hospital thought that Robert was legitimate, who was just removing the body of someone who had just croaked at the hospital, which happens all the time. Robert put the body in his car as he didn't know what else to do with it. Robert was also curious if Jesse was really constipated, so he took a knife and cut open his intestines and a humungus load of shit came out and got all over the back seat of his car. Robert was so grossed out by the stench of Jesse's shit in the back seat of his car, he puked his guts out. After Robert was done throwing up, he took Jesse's body and threw it on the Tri-Rail railroad tracks. He just sat there and waited for a train to come by and run over the body. He was so happy when a train came by and he enjoyed watching it slice Jesse into millions of pieces. It was also a good way to destroy evidence. Even the medical examiner would have trouble identifying what was left of the body.
One thing that needs to be pointed out is Robert did not kill Jesse because he was black. He killed him because he was a fucking asshole. It was Jesse who was the racist asshole for calling him a honky and Robert only called Jesse a nigger because he was pissed off at him and to get even with him calling him a honky. Robert only hated black people who were fucking assholes. He hated white people who were fucking assholes. To clear up any ideas that Robert might be racist, many of his favorite rap artists were black. Robert respected and enjoyed artist like, Ice T., 2 Live Crew, The Convicts and the Geto Boys.
Robert felt good about killing Jesse and getting away with it, but he had another problem. Because he lost his job, Robert didn't have enough money to go to Chicago, but he was going to fix that. Robert held up a liquor store and because he was afraid that the clerk would identify him, he shot him dead. Because Robert hated Florida so much, he was addicted to vacations as someone who was addicted to crack. He had to have it and he would kill for it if he had to and he finally did.
Fortunately, Robert got enough money from robbing the liquor store, for him to buy a plane ticket to Chicago. Robert had a very good time in Chicago. He entered Club Satan's Mr. Satan best costume contest and he won $500. It was the best Halloween he ever had and because he won that money, he decided to stay in Chicago until he ran out of money.
Unfortunately, Robert ran out of money and he had to come back to Florida where he hated it so much and to make matters worse, he was broke. He would have to face the horrifying experience of looking for another job. He wanted to hold up another liquor store, but he decided not to because he was afraid that he wouldn't be lucky enough to get away with it like the first time. He had to go back to Carolyn; Carolyn the cunt. Carolyn knew that Jesse fired Robert and Jesse was missing, missing in action. Actually, he's splattered all over the railroad tracks.
Carolyn felt that Robert might be better off working in a restaurant, so she placed him at a job at a greasy spoon which was called, Tony's Ball of Greaseorama. It didn't take long for things to go sour with this job. Tony treated Robert like shit and he was constantly pushing him to work harder and harder. To make matters worse, eating the food at Tony's Ball of Greaseorama caused Robert to get diarrhea. Here's what went on: Robert was an hour late for work because he wasn't feeling to good. Tony said, "Robert, you are an hour late for work. You better move your butt right now. Let's go". Tony spent about 10 minutes saying that to Robert, but with the painful cramps he had he could not take it anymore. Robert went into a major rampage and all the customers of the restaurant got to hear what he said. After Robert got pissed off, he said, "look you fuck wad asshole, your fuckin food gave me diarrhea and I'm not listening to anymore of your fuckin shit. I tried to blow a fuckin fart but because of your fuckin food, I shit in my pants instead. I'm in so much fuckin pain and I can't even experience the joy of farting anymore because your fuckin food made me sick".
After Robert said that, he felt another run of diarrhea coming and because he was so pissed off and in so much pain, he pulled down his pants and shit all over the floor of the restaurant and the customers got to watch. All the customers, except one, got up and walked out and without paying the check or leaving a tip. The remaining customer puked her guts out, then she got up and left. For some reason, Robert was fired from his job after he did that. Tony called Carolyn and told him about what Robert had done. Carolyn was beginning to give up hope on Robert.
About an hour later, the health department decided to visit the restaurant and for some reason, they shut down Tony's restaurant after they found diarrhea all over the floor and the place smelled like shit. Robert decided to return to the restaurant and he heard Tony having a rampage and swearing and crying. This is what Tony said: "That cocksucker motherfucker cost me my business and his fuckin diarrhea stinks". At that moment, Robert snuck up on Tony and hit him over the head with a baseball bat and said, "you don't have to worry about losing your restaurant or my stinky diarrhea anymore". At that moment, Robert felt another run of diarrhea coming, so he pulled down his pants and shit all over Tony's face. Then he took Tony and stuck his head in the grease he used to cook french fries, which killed him. Robert was able to get away with killing him because he made it look like a suicide. He even wrote a suicide note in Tony's name.
Because Tony's food was so infested with diseases, it took Robert a week to recover from his diarrhea. After Robert recovered from his diarrhea, he went to Carolyn to help him get another job. Carolyn was getting increasingly disgusted with Robert because of his attitude and inability to hold down jobs, but she decided to give him one more chance.
With being unsuccessful at being able to hold a job at a hospital and a restaurant was a sign that Robert just wasn't a "people oriented person", so Carolyn decided that it would be best to place Robert at a job at a pet store considering that he liked animals better than people, especially cats. Well, it didn't take long for this experience to become a complete disaster. While at work, Robert enjoyed smelling the cats' ears and for some reason, the customers looked at him as though he was weird. One customer asked why he was smelling the cats' ears and Robert said, he was doing it to suck pus out of their brains. His boss Mr. Listo was not too happy with Robert's behavior, while at work and he wanted to terminate him. Of course as you can probably guess that when Mr. Listo terminates Robert's job, Robert will terminate Mr. Listo's life.
Robert's luck ran out and so did Mr. Listo's luck run out to when he was smelling one of the cat's ears. After Robert was done smelling the cat's ear, he lifted the cat in the air above his head and then all of a sudden the cat took a shit all over his face. Robert was not too happy about that happening to him and he went into a rampage. He went to Mr. Listo and said, "this fuckin cat shit all over my fuckin face". Mr. Listo said, "you were trying to eat out the cat's asshole with your tongue and I saw you, you sick fuck, you cat fucker, you're fired, get the fuck out of here before I call the police and have you committed". The thing is, Robert was not trying to eat out the cat's asshole. He was into smelling the cat's ear, not its asshole, but Mr. Listo thought because Robert liked to smell the cats' ears, he was into smelling their assholes too. That was simply not true. There is a big difference between the smell of a cat's ear and a cat's asshole.
Robert felt that his firing was unjust, especially when he wasn't even eating out the cat's asshole, so he was going to get revenge. About an hour after he was fired, Robert went back to the pet store and Mr. Listo said, Get the fuck out of here you fuckin sicko, you cat fucker before I call the police". Robert grabbed an animal carrier and hit Mr. Listo over the head with it several times until he had several bad concussions on his head. Robert decided to finish him off by sticking his head in one of the cat's litter boxes and rubbing his face all over the cat shit in the litter box. Robert held Mr. Listo's face in the litter box until he suffocated. The nice thing is the cats were still able to piss and shit even though Mr. Listo's head was in the litter box. It wouldn't take long before Mr. Listo would smell worse than the cat piss and shit, but that's what happens when someone croaks.
Robert decided to make the murder look like a suicide and he wrote another note and this is what he said in this one: "I feel that I can no longer go on. I am a pervert who is a cat fucker who enjoys eating out cats' assholes with my tongue. I even enjoyed rubbing my Dick in the litter boxes until I squirted my load in the litter box. The more piss and shit in the litter box, the more I enjoyed rubbing my Dick in it. I feel that this is not normal behavior in which I can not stop so I decided to end it. Best wishes, Mr. Listo".
Just as Robert was getting ready to leave the pet store, Carolyn walked in and saw Mr. Listo dead with his head in the cats' litter box. Robert told Carolyn that Mr. Listo committed suicide, but she did not believe him. Carolyn told Robert that she was going to call the police and have him arrested. Carolyn told Robert that he needs help. Robert grabbed an animal carrier and knocked her unconscious. After Robert knocked her unconscious he said, "I know I need help. I need help eliminating the world from cunts like yourself". Carolyn was still alive when Robert dragged her and threw her on the railroad tracks. Carolyn was starting to wake up when a Tri-Rail train came by and splattered her into a million pieces.
Carolyn was no loss to Robert and besides he always thought she was a fucking cunt anyway. She had absolutely no use left to him anyway. Carolyn said that if the job at the pet store didn't work, she would not help him find another job.
Robert was running out of money and he didn't know what to do. It was just before Christmas when Robert saw a help wanted sign at Happy Go Lucky department store. Because it was Christmas time, they desperately needed help. They needed help so bad they would take anything, so Robert applied for the job and he was hired. Robert could not stand seeing those happy people Christmas shopping at a job that he hated. It worked his every last nerve and he felt like going on a homicidal rampage. Even the slightest thing going wrong would set him off into a major rampage. Just imagine what would happen if something major would happen that would piss him off. Well, it did, right on Christmas Eve.
It was Christmas Eve and Robert was in a bad mood looking at all those fucking Christmas shoppers. The one thing that made him feel better was he was going to see a concert from one of his favorite bands, Cannibal Corpse, on Saturday night. Then Robert checked his work schedule and found that he was scheduled to work on Saturday night. You can just imagine how he felt. Robert went to his boss Mr. Morgan and told him that he can't work on Saturday night because he was going to the Cannibal Corpse concert. Mr. Morgan said, "look dude, if you want to work here, you have to work Saturday nights, no exceptions". Robert said, "you took a Saturday night off to see the Michael Bolton holiday tour concert". Mr. Morgan said,"Michael Bolton's music has talent and meaning, but not the kind of garbage you like. You can forget about me letting you have Saturday night off so you can see garbage like that, which has corrupted your mind". Robert reacted by going into a major rampage and he was screaming at the top of his lungs so that all the Christmas shoppers got to hear. This is Robert's reaction to not being able to go to the Cannibal Corpse concert: "Go suck my Dick you mother fuckin bastard, God damn motherfuckin shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, son of a bitchen fuckin bullshit. You fuckin scumbag fuckin bastard, seeing Cannibal Corpse is the only thing that makes me happy and, you're trying to take that away from me. I'm going to fucking kill you, you motherfuckin bastard, you fuck, you fuckin asshole bastard piece of fuckin shit. I'm going to cut your fuckin Dick off you fuckin bastard. I hate your fuckin guts". Even Santa Clause got to hear Robert's rampage and this is what he had to say: "you sicko psychopath, don't you know that children heard your language. You belong in the insane asylum". Robert said, "blow it out your fuckin asshole Santa, I'm going to cut your fuckin Dick off with a chainsaw". For some reason, Robert lost his job after that major rampage, but at least it gave him some time to do some Christmas shopping before the stores closed. Robert decided to buy a chainsaw. While he was buying it, the cashier asked, "who's the lucky person getting this for Christmas"? Robert said, "quite a few people actually".
Meanwhile, back at Happy Go Lucky, Santa asked a 12 year old boy what he wanted for Christmas and he said "I want to see that psychopath cut Santa's Dick off with a chainsaw". Well, he was a psychokid. His mother was very embarrassed, so she started beating the shit out of him, but the kid ran away and he went into a rampage and he said, "I hate you mother, you fucking cunt, you ruined my fucking Christmas I'm going to fucking kill you". Then she had to chase him all over the store. The kid grabbed a star that goes on top of the Christmas tree and he stuck it in his mother's throat and she died. The kid was apprehended and taken into custody.
It was the end of the day on Christmas Eve and Happy Go Lucky was closed, and for the employees, it was party time and for Robert, it was slaughter time. The employees were all drinking and smoking pot. Even self righteous Santa Clause was smoking dope. After everyone got wasted enough they forgot to lock the door of the store, making it convenient for Robert to come back with his chainsaw. Robert decided to hide in the bathroom, when Mr. Morgan walked into one of the stalls with a magazine with a picture of Michael Bolton. Mr. Morgan pulled down his pants and started masturbating, while looking at the picture of Michael Bolton. Mr. Morgan said, "ooh baby, looking at you and hearing your wonderful songs makes me want to spank my monkey. Oh Michael Bolton, I want to fuck you in the ass. Oh baby, I wonder what your asshole smells like. Oh, I'm going to shoot my load for you, honey. Oh, it's going to squirt out of my cock. Here it comes". Robert got to hear every word. After Mr. Morgan shot his load, Robert barged into the stall with his chainsaw and said, "you motherfuckin hypocrite, you have the nerve to say I'm sick. I fuckin hate you". Robert then cut off Mr. Morgan's head with the chainsaw and started singing, killing a fuckin prick is a wonderful thing.
After that, Robert decided to go hide in the women's bathroom and he hid his chainsaw. One of Robert's co-workers, Beth, walked in and said "what are you doing here you psychopath, you belong in the mental hospital and have the key thrown away". Robert said, "you know that's not a very nice thing to say". Beth said, "get out of here you mental case". Robert grabbed her and said, "now listen, cunt, you are going to die". He banged her head against the wall several times. Then he threw her on the floor and kicked her in the head, repeatedly. Then he took the chainsaw and sliced her head right down the middle. Well, that was the end of her.
After that, there were only 2 people left in the store, which was Santa Clause and a slutty bimbo whose name was Tricia and they were unaware that Robert snuck into the store with a chainsaw. Not for much longer. Tricia and Santa Clause were stoned and horny, so Tricia decided to take off all her clothes. Santa Clause pulled down his pants and Tricia started sucking Santa's Dick As Santa was getting close to coming, Tricia said, "Oh please don't come in my mouth. I want to feel your load squirting all over my face. Your hot love cream from you beautiful cock is the best Christmas gift I can have". Just as the stuff squirted out of Santa's Dick Robert turned on the chainsaw and cut Santa's Dick off. Santa died from having his Dick cut off. Looks like Santa Clause came and went.
Meanwhile, Tricia tried to run, but Robert grabbed her and bashed her head in. He then took the chainsaw and cut her tits off. After that, Robert took money from the cash registers and he left the store. As he walked out the door, he saw Dan, the 12 year old boy who killed his mother. He managed to escape after one of the leaders of Save Our Youth went to the jail and decided it would be best for Dan to let him out of jail and spend Christmas at his house where he could learn some good Christian values. It turns out that, that person was only interested in fucking little Danny up the ass. Dan didn't mind. In fact, he even enjoyed it, but he wouldn't admit it. After that guy fucked Dan, he snuck out of the house and escaped.
Dan admired Robert and Jeffrey Dahmer too! Robert had reason to suspect that he would be accused of the murders at the store, so he and Dan got on a plane and went to Chicago. Unfortunately, Tricia survived having her tits cut off and she heard Robert say that he was planning on going to Chicago. Robert was so glad that he got to spend Christmas in Chicago where the weather is the way it's supposed to be on Christmas.
Robert and Dan decided to go to Club Satan on Christmas and he had so much fun. Unfortunately, Dan couldn't get into the club because he was not old enough. While Robert was in the club, Dan went down the street to an arcade to play video games. Robert's luck ran out as he was leaving the club. A Chicago police officer saw Robert on America's Most Wanted, for the murders he committed in Florida. He told Robert to stop, but he got into a car and drove off. He picked up Danny at the video arcade and it didn't take long for the police to spot him and start chasing him.
The chase proceeded down Wells Street in Chicago and he was having good luck escaping from the police until he went by the Bijou Theater which is a gay porno theater. The Bijou has a grease pit and the grease was leaking out into the street. Robert skidded on the grease and the police cars skidded and collided into Robert's rent a car. Dan was killed in the crash and so were several police officers. Robert only had miner injuries.
Robert ran into the theater. and the police chased him. Robert ran into one of the theaters and he ran up to a guy who turns out to be the police commissioner, masturbating to the flick they were showing. The police pulled out their guns and told Robert to put his hands above his head and surrender, but Robert would rather die than go back to a horrible place like Florida and worse yet, be in prison, so Robert pulled out a gun and he managed to kill a couple of police officers before they shot him. Robert fell right on top of the police commissioner and died. The moral of the story is if Robert was able to open his enema store, none of this shit would have ever happened.
In Broken Enema Dreams part II, some psychiatrist injects Robert's brain with a new kind of dye to see what the brain of a psychopath looks like. The dye makes him come back as a zombie. Robert goes to a health food store in Deerfield Beach, Florida and he kills the owner. He then takes over and turns the store into an enema store. Robert puts that toxic dye in the enemas. Robert puts a sign in the window that says "Enemas Given free on premises with purchase". That made unsuspecting Century Village people very happy because they always like it when something is free. When Robert would give the enemas, the people would croak, but their shit comes alive and it goes out and kills people. Robert's thrill is to create as much killer shit as he can. How long will Robert get away with making killer shit and can the killer turds be stopped before it's too late? STAY TUNED!
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