Eddy and his pointy ears beheld the fine specimen of gay before him. It was true that Oklahoma kindled some deep-rooted passion in his loins, but he was a bit put off by the dress. Eddy and his pointy ears preferred the clothes free look. He looked deep into New York's eyes, through his optic nerve, and into his very brain. He witnessed dark and terrible things and deemed Louisiana worthy of his attention.

"I'm Eddy," Eddy and his pointy ears told him. "Eddy Princeton. You probably don't remember who I am because we haven't met before." His observations were as sharp as his ears.

Dakota let slip a giggle at Eddy's sly remark. "Ohhhh riiiight, I saw your name on the list in the RSO office. What an adorable name! Eddy..." He let the sound of it roll over his tongue. And then roll over it some more. He glanced back over the rest of the room. Even more people had come in. It was a respectable turnout. "May I..?" Not waiting for permission, Dakota sat himself down on the couch next to Eddy. He might be queer, but wasn't some timid autist. "It seems like the Prez is letting us mingle for a while before the meeting starts. So what's hippity-happening, Eddy?" He glanced at Eddy's notepad and saw what he had written. This time he LOL'd, in a girly way. "AHAHAHA! I guess Faeya didn't really leave the best first impression, did she? Poor thing..." He placed a manicured hand on Eddy's shoulder. "I like you, Eddy. You've got balls. Or at least I hope you do..." Dakota's eyes slowly slid downwards, until they were fixed shamelessly on Eddy's crotch...

Mia laughed out of habit. Her smile always lit up her whole face. "Normal is whatever is normal for you."

Out of nowhere the president emerged from his office. "Hi everyone~~! In case you haven't met me yet, I'm your lovely president Timothy~~! <3" He said this loud enough to silence the room. Then he made his way to a podium that was stationed in the center of the wall opposing the couch area.
"Let's make this year the best year, like, ever!~" The crowd in the room cheered.
"First event of the year is going to be a pride parade on Friday! We're going to have to divvy up the responsibilities! Half of us will be physical labor, like moving boxes and stuff, and the rest of us will be on the organization and design committee! Sign up on the red clipboard for the Labor committee and on the blue clipboard for the Organization committee!" He placed the two clipboards on the coffee table and had everyone line up according to which committee they wanted to sign up for.

Mia of course wanted to sign up for the organization committee, but she wanted to be on a committee with Lena, since they were basically friends at this point. So instead, she asked, "Hey yo, Lena, what committee are you signing up for?"

"Well I could try my hand at the designing." Lena said her interest perking at the mention of a area where she could apply her skills. "It seems fun they are having events for us tho." She was now more calm about being at this meeting after all. Hearing what Mia said about being normal she shrugged.

Abel wasn't an artist. He could make technical drawings, but not much other than that. Physical work, though, he could definitely do. He was glad it was looking like they wouldn't have to do formal introductions, he had said maybe a total of 3 words so far and didn't plan to say much more.

Eddy and his pointy ears fled from his fondling with resounding speed. He lunged forth and seized the clipboard. He knew that his immense physical strength would dwarf these fools, but his immaculate sense of design and organization was even grander still. Eddy and his pointy ears signed his name with the most skillful and sacred of calligraphic techniques. The parade would be the first true test of his homosexual prowess. He and his pointy ears would not be bested.

Alluria smiled, talking mostly to the president "i could do either really, do you mind if i just help whoever needs it?" she had set her bag on the floor beside her legs and was surreptitiously examining the others in the room, there was a pair of cute girls sitting beside each other, are they going out? she wondered, if so, it sucks the one that's drawing is really cute.

"Awesome! I'll join that committee too, I guess!" Without even thinking, Mia grabbed Lena's hand so they could walk over to where a line for the design clipboard was starting. Mia never had any issue with skin-ship; She had always been a physically affectionate person.
She eventually let go of her hand when they were in line, and said with a grin, "This sounds like it'll be a lot of fun! It'll keep me off the video games for a little while, anyway." She stuck her tongue out playfully.

At his rejection by Eddy, Dakota grinned an evil grin so ferociously evil that even Caligula himself would feel mildly uncomfortable bearing witness to said grin. "Playing hard to get?" Dakota murmured to himself. "That's just fine. Keep it up sweetie, you'll be mine one way or another..." He couldn't let up. After all, when you play the game of making gay advances on someone, you either win or you have blue balls. Dakota skipped over to the design line. He knew how to spice things up, and this parade would be no exception. He couldn't help but notice that the lines for the two jobs weren't exactly split evenly.

Lena blushed lightly as Mia led her over to the line. "You play games? What kind?" She said to Mia as she wondered what types she was into plus it was a attempt at small talk.

Faeya shrugged at the fact that she had to pick a Commitee. She looked and saw a beautiful girl grab another girl's hand, becoming completely turned off by her. God, I hate pushy girls she thought to herself. She saw another beautiful girl sitting by herself and she walked over to her. "Hi, I'm Faeya. Are you new here too?" She smiled at the girl.

Eddy and his pointy ears returned the clipboard to its resting place to let the unwashed masses fight for a position. He scanned the room with his eyes, since they were especially good for seeing things. He noticed Tony standing in the room looking dumb and rejected and quite dumb. Judging from his clownsuit clothes, Eddy knew that Tony was not self aware at all. He was probably the kind of person that has fights with his reflection and loses. Eddy and his pointy ears sensed a victim ripe for the harassing.

Slinking over with as much stealth as a very crowded room full of unsociable people would allow, he and his pointy ears greeted him in a devious way. "Hey there, Calamity Jane. You sure you're in the right place? My Gaydar™ is quite legendary, but you seem to be a dud." The smell from his American Eagle shirt wafted to his nostrils, smelling of dusty closets and broken dreams.

"Oh, I play all sorts of games. I've been playing games since I was 4, so I probably have over 300 titles at varying genre's." She grinned devilishly. "Do you play games too?" She moved up in the line and grabbed the clipboard, signing her name with a heart dotting the "i" in "Mia". She then handed the clipboard to Lena.

Lena looked amazed. "You are a hard core gamer. I draw but I've played some games.." She admitted as she took the clipboard and chucking a bit at how Mia sighed she signed her name in cursive elegantly.

Eddy and his pointy ears looked around the room and suddenly realized that everyone had been stuck in suspended animation for days. Free from the shackles of this universe, Eddy and his pointy ears opened a temporal rift in the middle of the room. He grabbed Tony and his American Eagle shirt and threw him through time and space. The subtle odor of Axe body spray was the only sign he had ever existed at all.

After rummaging though all the drawers and taking everyone's gum, Eddy and his pointy ears headed to the boiler room in the basement of St. Vincent. Phasing the locked door out of this reality, he was met by the screams of the damned and blood soaked goat entrails hanging from every inch of the room. In the corner, a phallic alter was erected, the tip burning with a most intense light. Eddy and his pointy ears knew something was wrong here. He was going to need help.

"So it seems you have discovered our meeting place..." Dakota chuckled menacingly to himself as he came into the room behind Eddy, and locked the door. His voice had dropped an octave, and his short skirt and blouse had been swapped for a toga, speckled with blood. From his neck hung a solid gold medallion shaped into a phallus. "How do you like the decorations? Do they not bring pleasure to the senses?" Dakota saw Eddy's face was contorted in shock and horror and perhaps pain from stomach cramps. He had been chewing an awful lot of gum. "Don't be afraid. Embrace our Lord Priapus and he will show you the way." He moved over to the altar and started applying holy lubricant to his hands and nether regions while Eddy looked on. "I suppose I should explain. I am a recruiter, of sorts. We knew there would be someone at the LGBT meeting worthy of joining the Church of Saint Priapus. You are that someone. You have a great power, Eddy. The sheer concentration of your gaiety is causing the physics of our world to break down, as you have seen. Join our church, and learn to channel that gayness for the greater glory of the Holy Cock!"

Eddy and his pointy ears was a bit unsure about all of this cock worship. No one had even offered to buy him dinner yet. With some hesitation, he touched the regal rod before him. The light emitting from its spout erupted into blinding light. His retinas were scorched, and Eddy and his pointy ears screamed out with great angst. He collapsed to the floor, blinded.

From that Great Cock emerged all too familiar loins. Mentulla Phallican's loins smiled at his summoners, and now soon to be sacrifices.

"NO, STOP!" Dakota tried to scream, but it was too late. This newcomer had inexplicably summoned what amounted to the phallic antichrist, he who used his shaft for destruction rather than enlightenment. Already orange juice was seeping into the room. Dakota ran to the door and flung it open, just as his fellow cult members were rushing in to assist him. They included Rowdy Pistols, Clifton Fumbledum, Nick Limes, Ken, Gat, and King Henry VIII.

"Quick, we must act! While he is still weakened!" Dakota barked. The group formed a circle around the awakening deity. They recited holy incantations, their boners quivering in unison as an encasing force field began to form around Mentulla. Would it be enough? Or would another universe fall victim to erectile eradication?

Eddy and his pointy ears lay dying in so much orange juice. He could feel his life force ebbing away. Eddy and his pointy ears slowly ascended to the heavens. Or so he thought. With a snap, his Pointy Ears detached themselves and fluttered into the Great Beyond. Eddy without his pointy ears fell, screaming, as he descended lower into the hellfire. His cries of damnation gurgled in the orange juice, and his salad had achieved absolute zero. He tried to free himself, only to be drug back down by the raccoons, who then sodomized him one by one.

Meanwhile, the Pointy Ears began to glow. They were taking on their true form, the form of another deity who was not yet known in this age. The radiant Pointy Ears flashed once, and a new figure stood in that basement. Rapturius the Swagnostic was born.

At the sight of yet another ungodly presence defiling their most sacred sanctum, All hope Dakota had left instantly extinguished, his boner sagged sadly. The seal was broken, and both divine beings were free to face off against each other in a battle of divine might that transcended all mortal comprehension. The fabric of time and space began to tremble and convolute. "PEARL HARBO-" Ken managed to blurt out before being sucked into a singularity. The cock of Jupiter Himself dangled down from the heavens in order to witness the astronomical spectacle. It uttered a single word: "Bonjour." Things started getting more abstract. Across a variety of hidden dimensions, Dakota is dismayed. A crack echoed through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifted from randomness to a perfect C sharp. John Lennon hands Dakota a piece of gum. All he wanted was a reach around.