A Huge Wank-fest
It wasn’t easy watching the penguins go at it night and day but Peter Parnell was determined to find some evidence of antisocial behavior amongst his critters even if it meant staving off his own ravenous sexual hunger, hunger that had been building for 8 long months, ever since he moved to this godforsaken continent to do his doctoral research.
“I know vhat you are zinking, Peter.” Dr. von Berlow groaned in his guttural low-German.
“You are zinking you vish you had ze sexual stamina of dese Emperor penguins.”
Peter blushed. It was true. He struggled to maintain his dignity.
“I’m fine Dr. B. I’ll just focus on my clinical observations.”
Dr. von Berlow chuckled and let it go.
Peter was unable to conceal the tent being pitched in the vicinity of his crotch. He was out of control! Jesus, he thought, my dick is my master.
Dr. B: “You know Peter, it’s okay to be human. After all, ve are humans first, scientists second.”
“Damn it all!” Peter shouted, hurling a flask to the floor where it shattered, splattering a liter of penguin semen all over the lab.
“I’m not cut out for this, Dr. B.” Peter fell to his knees, sobbing. His mighty tent collapsed into a rumple of khaki.
Dr. B took a mop out of the closet and slowly sopped up the shard-speckled spunk while Peter pulled himself together.
“You know vhat you have to do now, young man.”
Peter sniffed and straightened his shoulders. “I won’t disappoint you Dr. B.”
He walked with determination into the chilly mating room where he was swarmed by a herd of male Emperors, each vying to be the first to make a donation.