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The outsider would deem any trade, notwithstanding how mundane it might seem to be, as strange and exotic, him not knowing its ways and its secrets. So, whenever the two brothers told anyone of their trade and profession and the organisation they worked for, the response would be, "What a strange organisation!" The brothers' response to that response would be a lack of a response, so taken aback by the response of the person or persons they divulged their livelihood to.

The reader, who so unfortunately spent his or her time on reading the previous paragraph, might be interested to know what the brothers do for a living nonetheless. It is indeed mundane and not noteworthy. As the brothers describe it, it involves the movement of objects big or small, short or tall all around a sphere of rock embellished with a film of water thousands of miles in diameter. Devices used to house those objects vary from small paper envelopes to the occasional steel enclosures (if the cash flow is good and the company is in good condition)

What a strange job! Indeed anyone could have said that if he or she decided to describe working at a delivery company like that!

However, it turns out that at the point where our story begins, the cash flow is not good and the company is not good condition and a cost cutting regime is implemented in the company the brothers work for. This meant that they were assigned to more tasks whilst drawing an even lower salary than before! One of these tasks is to deliver parcels within a 5 mile radius of their office after an eight to four work day by the desk.

Tough times but the brothers (and partners) knew that when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. Notwithstanding how uneconomical and stupid this arrangement was, they toiled day and night delivering parcels and watching their desks. That was until a strange parcel arrived for the brothers to deliver.

It was strange because it looked strange, it felt strange, the contents in it were strange, the sender was strange and the receiver was strange. The parcel contained the strangest of things to be ever placed in a parcel, something that is known by the layman as nothing. The sender was strange because it had the same name as the receiver. Stranger still was the strange way the strange parcel was strange looking! Strangely enough, the brothers decided to deliver the strange parcel anyway, so conditioned to their work that their minds work strangely!

As the sun set and the poorly maintained streetlights begun to flicker on and off, the brothers made their way to where the addressee of the parcel lived. They knocked on the door announced their presence only to find that the addressee was someone they did not quite expect.



Why did their mother send an empty parcel to herself? The brothers did not understand at first. When they saw the expression on their mother's face, they knew. How unfilial they were trying to eke a living and leaving their mother in the lurch! Their mother, who wanted nothing else but to see them again decided to send an empty parcel to herself in the hope that her sons would deliver for her! (Putting aside the fact that she did not know for sure who would be delivering the parcel to her and the fact that she should be fully aware of the brother's situation at work which is rather implausible.) What was delivered to her was not the empty parcel but the brothers, her sons, whom she so loved!

Just in case the reader is expecting a mushy ending, he or she might be relieved to know that the mother was so happy to see her children that she died on the spot. The brothers found out that she had left them a huge inheritance meaning that they needn't work a day for the rest of their lives. Happy endings for all!

The powerful message behind this tale is, "Be a filial child. Being filial means that your parents will leave you a large inheritance when they die so that you needn't work a day for the rest of your lives!" This is what every mortal being who has not have their parents dead should bear in mind!

I work in a particularly strange organization. One day, I, along with my newly reproduced clone (having my full memories and expertise installed) were asked by my superiors to deliver a package to one of their clients. I agreed to do it, reluctantly, along with my twin brother. On my way towards the client's house, my twin brother expressed his suspicion about the contents.

As both of us are not errand boys, but instead gives the usual blow jobs at desks. Well you know it's his first day giving various blowjobs but hey he's my clone and he inherit my memories. We've seen something strange inside but still decides to finish the job. Here's the contents of the box, which is a note. Both of us read it aloud in the middle of the street.

"I want to write folk tales, I really do. For the practice, let me tell you a story:

Once upon a time, there lived an old farmer with three servants. Their names : A, B, C. From the oldest to youngest. All three were sodomized by an elephant; got their assholes ruptured so much you could shove a pineapple tree just fine. One day, their master got afflicted with a venereal disease after having sexual intercourse with a giant cockroach.

He laid there so weak and pale in his bed, with his servants busy watching a silly porno. The film depicts the scene where two muscular werewolves had intercourse by stabbing each other with giant lightsaber. Both of them ejaculated so hard their genitals explode and they died in the most powerful orgasm possible, end of story. The entire time the farmer got stimulated, eleven dicks started to grow from his genitals. Yes he got his fly hung open and the boys were quite amused by the sight; seeing the little dicks moved back and forth like each had a mind of its own – the mind of a dick.

His servants continue on laughing like a ballerina on krack until one moment, one of these dicks spoke in fluent gibberish. They couldn't make what the dick was saying, but since the dick was just being a dick, they decided to put a condom on the dick and watch the genitalia explode as it says 'cowabunga' as one of the boys interpreted. It was followed by the massive explosion of ten other dicks which caused various tremors all over the place.

The farmer grimaced in pain as various holes started forming all over his genitals. In the end he knew that he's just about to die.

.....so he flipped the scenery with his hands just like turning a page and be reborn as a young man again. This time, he'll make different choices in life for something better.

The farmer lived happily ever after....in heaven.

The day after he became a young man again, his dick exploded and the shock was too much that it caused him to instantly die.

So it goes."

We were aroused like hell as we read on and on. Don't worry, the package was mainly dedicated to ourselves, so it's safe to tear it apart. I still dunno who the sender is until we've reached home and my twin brother gave me a french kiss. He said he loved me very much and we had sex together until both of us turned into hermaphrodites. It was the first time I felt something much more powerful than prostate masturbation.

The rest of the story goes to show our daily lives quitting job and happily living the life as hermaphrodites. How do we make a living, you ask? I dunno, but we're simply being a lab specimen living a lavish life without worries. All that is well which ends well.