It started like a normal day.  BrianArao rolled over in bed and gave Camazotz a polite smooch on top of his head.  The boy would one day learn that this was likely an inappropriate arrangement of sorts, but in the current state neither had any qualms with each other.  The man provided shelter, food, and support.  The boy dressed up like a clown and pantomimed eating hot dogs for whatever reason, but I digress.

BA put on his finest suit, the lucky one from his cousin after he came into quite the windfall of cash.  Unfortunately he pried the outfit off the corpse at the funeral after the cousin was murdered for that exact sum of cash.  Mr. Arao put on his favorite propeller beanie and spun it around a few times; it reminded him of his childhood when times were simpler and the burdens of life did not yet exist in his soul.  He adjusted his bowtie in the mirror, patted the boy on the head one more time, and set out into the big world looking for work.

Brian "BA" Arao strolled to the nearest streetcorner and placed a carton the ground.  He climbed atop and yelled into the void:

"HEY I AM OUT IN THE BIG WORLD LOOKING FOR WORK."

Brian hoped this was enough to help him get noticed and start his quest to make a name for himself.  The Arao name carried quite the weight with it and he wanted to make his ancestors proud.

Brian stomped on the ground, impatiently.  Nobody had yet hired him after approximately 3 minutes of standing there.  He was outraged.  Rage was literally coming out of every orifice in his body.  It was harsh, yet practically orgasmic.

Brian continued standing on his carton until he felt a firm pat on his ass.  The pat lingered for a bit until it was clearly a grope.  Fingers entered crevices that hadn't been touched in far too long.  Brian turned to see Till_Linderman standing there, beckoning him with one finger.

"Boy, you're destined to be my new associate.  Hold my pocket while we walk together and I'll show you the big city."

Brian grabbed hold of that pocket and decided he would never let go....unless Till needed his hands elsewhere.

Having noticed the interaction between Till_Lindemann and BrianArao Olivia was not only taken aback but was deeply concerned.

The firm pat on Brian's bottom and the lingering aftertouch seemed invasive, almost uncomfortable, and she considered Till's use of the word "boy" to be dismissive and disrespectful.

Stopping, she reached out to Brian and asked, "Are you OK friend, do you need me to intervene?"

Brian slightly recoiled at the touch of a woman.  It had been far too long for him to have physical contact with the fairer sex...not since his beloved Belle perished in the meat packing plant incident.  She unfortunately couldn't pack enough meat to plant herself where she needed to be, but AGAIN I digress.

Brian confidently let go of Till's pocket and responded politely to Olivia, "I'm fine miss.  Are you interested in having a wank battle?"

Brian confidently revived from the dead.  I'm still looking for work lads...also still looking for that wank battle.