[classic swim]

Don’t. They’re already burdened with the chili dog thread.

You’re perhaps his strongest critic and preceptor and I unfortunately feel as though that’s not stressed enough. But I wish for my mutual friend to appreciate your guidance.

Sorry for cheesing you off, ghostrek.

Hahahaha

What are your thoughts on his tragic backstory??? Does it explain why he likes to lick Zaslav’s asshole and nuts at the same time?

If I cared that much, I’d commission someone to recreate the horsie ride scene.

@Toonamiguy321 get over here you sexy ass beast.

I couldn’t tell you how many interviews I’ve fucked up or how often they just weren’t serious about giving someone a job. It’s very discouraging even when you have a resume but it’s on them.

Every goddamn light in the house was on.

No that would be the novel I spent two days writing for the Toonami folder.

Foreword In the land of television and media, there lived two powerful beings! ^^ David Zaslav: CEO of Warner Bros Discovery. And! ^^ Jason Demarco: Former senior vice president of animation at Adult Swim. Little did anyone know, these two were secretly in love, and their story is one for the ages. _____________________ Chapter 1: Encounter of a Lifetime It all began on one typical, broody morning at Williams Street. Demarco was in the middle of his most favorite work office past time: Undoing his poorly-fit shirt so he could tussle his droopy bitch tits in front of the female employees! The women would all laugh and make fun of his bloated torso. Which would happen to be JUST the right amount of drive for Mr. Demarco to tug his two inch, hardly erect dick in the men’s bathroom stall! The humiliation pleased him immensely! After successfully rubbing out his weird and inanimate little chub for a few minutes, Demarco parked his porkass on back to his work cubicle. Suddenly, this husky 5’4 silver fox made his way to the room! It was the Zazzie Dav himself. Jason knew he had to get David’s attention on behalf of Toonami. “Mm-mr. Zasl-“ *WHAM!* Zaslav had punched Demarco directly in the nose before continuing to walk away. Needless to say, Jason did not receive the passionate exchange he so very hoped for. But he continued his efforts while this white sugar pop was still in Atlanta for the remainder of the week. David Zaslav, a seasoned executive with a reputation for being a tough negotiator, was tasked with merging WarnerMedia and Discovery Inc. into one mega-company. As fate would have it, Jason Demarco was also part of this new venture! Having played a significant role in the Adult Swim division. Finally, these two had their chance to really hit it off! At a company retreat, David and Jason found themselves sitting next to each other at a bonfire. As they exchanged stories about their work and personal lives, they realized they had more in common than they ever could have imagined. _____________________ Chapter 2: The Blossoming, Submissive Romance! As time went by, David and Jason’s bond grew stronger. They began to share their dreams, their fears; even their favorite ice cream flavors! It wasn’t long before they both realized they had fallen in love. Demarco was ready to spill his heart over what he wanted to do with Toonami. Zaslav softly smiled. Reaching his index finger toward his lover’s flaky, cum-crusted DSLs. “shhhhhhhhhh,” Zaslav whispered. “My fat little mooshie booshie. Let’s get us an upscale room down at the Midtown! Let’s make the night ours, my sweet.” Demarco was ecstatic. He was already vividly imagining their Rubenesque naked bodies upon those silky smooth hotel sheets. Little did this cartoon action block figurehead know what would soon be in store for him later. _____________________ Chapter 3: Party in Room 304 The two middle aged spooning partners arrived at the Atlanta Midtown Suite! They received their key to the room and dashed toward the elevator to go upstairs. Once they made it inside, they were in nothing but awe of the outside view of the metropolis. Jason took the time to bask in the glory of this decision, whilst David walked toward the hotel room’s own unique built-in record player. Putting the pin on none other than José Feliciano’s “Feliz Navidad!” “A real beauty, isn’t it?” Demarco softly asked with his back turned from his partner. This is when Zaslav struck Demarco across the back of the head with a blunt object! The plump 52 year old man boy fell on his hands and knees like a big ol’ sack of potatoes. In doggie position, Zazzy pulled down Jason’s pants and whipped his ass profusely with a tiny whip, while getting on his back and riding him like a horsie! ^^ This was the song that soared out as Zaslav whipped Demarco’s ass and rode him like a horsie all across the hotel room! In the midst of riding, Zaslav stuck his whole fist up Demarco’s round naked obese ass! Zaslav rummaged his hand deeply into Demarco’s dirty chapped asshole. The Zas man laughed menacingly as he pulled his hand out and placed the remaining butt doobies and dingleberries gently onto his tongue. This all gave Demarco rather traumatic flashbacks to his early adulthood. ** In summer of 1990, nineteen year old Jason Demarco was molested by his own mother in the shower. She smacked and yelled at Demarco’s tiny cock, then violently turned him around to shove an entire wash cloth up his ass. She pulled out a cloth then completely covered in excrement. Now, it’s important to state that Jason Demarco DID NOT go into the shower with feces coated all around his rectum. That’s a common misconception. No. The mom scared the fat white boy so fierce that he actually just sharted in the shower and then tried keeping it stored in his buttcheeks just so she wouldn’t molest him anymore. It’s why when Demarco poops, he always viciously wipes his ass with an entire roll of toilet paper until sometimes there’s blood. He’s maintained such an egregious ritual all throughout his adult life, in spite of never having a clean anus for more reasons than one. Anyway - - back to our story. ** _____________________ Chapter 4: The Fun Came Crashing Down After awhile of frolicking and aggressive deviant acts, the duo was just beginning to run out of steam. Zaslav had taken out a pocket knife and cut real deep at his own micro penis for Demarco to slurp on. Shortly before prematurely cumming into Jason’s eye socket. But things were kinda starting to mellow out! Then there was a knock on the door. The unexpected guest at the door was Kim Manning. Demarco stood up from the luxury room floor in shock. Attempting to wipe off the jizz and other bodily fluids from his face and mouth. “Fucking amateurs,” Kim said in a peculiar faux posh accent. Ms. Manning forced her way into the hotel room, wielding a Jericho 941. Jason was promptly bitchslapped with the gun. The force of the hit caused Demarco to stumble and fall backwards right onto the glass table; shattering it completely. Unable to get up, Demarco’s life began flashing before his very eyes. ^^ 0:51-1:24 was what played as Demarco lied there. Drifting in and out of consciousness. Kim Manning undid herself. She started shaving her leg hairs, squatting with Jason underneath her. Manning also handed Zaslav a vibrator with discharge still intact. She knew she didn’t need threats of lethal force, as Zas joyfully stuck it in his butt and in his mouth. In that exact order. Kim left the two and the Midtown with little-to-no lasting emotion... but Zaslav stayed there and held his lover’s hand. Done with fighting the urge to let go, Demarco finally closed his eyes. — — — — — — — — — — — Epilogue What felt like a close became a sheer blink. Jason Demarco was back in his Williams Street office cubicle, without a scratch on him. No one else was seemingly in the building. Lights were on, but very quiet. Footsteps were heard. Zaslav walked in. The two made immense eye contact. Both concentrated. Calculated, even. One could say nothing to the other. Then - - David smiled and winked. That spoke a million words to Jason. He winked back with love and stars in his eyes, before Zaslav ultimately left the room once more. Was the co-creator of Toonami dreaming? Was everything that occurred from then to current... a reality? Was he dead and now sharing a soon-to-be familiar afterlife with his soulmate? Demarco was unsure of any of those questions, and did not seem to trouble him by any stretch. The events that occurred were the most he had ever felt whole, and that’s precisely how he welcomed his fate. Doing so made him more in control of his own paradise. With a smile on his face, Demarco booted up his computer and typed up “Toonami” on the search bar to see who’s the latest making fun of him on Twitter! _____________________ Conclusion Though this story may seem far-fetched, it serves as a reminder that love can be found in the most unlikely of places. And who knows? Perhaps our dearest David Zaslav and Jason Demarco as an item just might be the newest pinnacle of romantic partnerships in the world of media and entertainment!

I hate every time this comes up both publicly and privately because I truthfully can’t stand seeing you in pain. I want you to live a happy life. And I can’t say that’s easy for you to obtain, but you at least have to stop thinking so lowly of yourself. It makes me very concerned for you that you can’t accept yourself for the capable person that you are.

Picked up some Thai food. I was supposed to get only 4 egg rolls and they gave me 5!

Chicken noise guy didn’t put two-and-two together. “There’s SO much momentum to be had in a story where I’m fucking this drunk girl and driving to Costco!” Oh well, it’s nice that they’re very loving. I’d be kinda worried if they were both too far gone and damaged beyond repair.

He starts getting heckled by the ‘duhum dehuucbeggg’ at 3:50

You killed Anthony.

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Even more so!

Hey ghostrek, would you be Dr. Clayton Forrester? And would Scoobdog be TV’s Frank?

I’m not sure but the character grew on me.

RIP Anthony Devulder