Nobody in seventh grade likes Jonothon. Nobody likes a boy that stinks. I am Jonothon. I am twelve years old, and I am that kid in class who never washes and never changes his clothes. I wear the same skintight cottonshirt every day, and like a pair of thin tights like medieval people wear. The
Jonothon's smelly brainwashing by SmellyPrince
Jonothon’s masters wish his brain to think only of obedince to them. Jonothon is to be slime-treated by his Masters, the spiders.Two high pillars of have been erected where Jonothon is to be given his treatment. He is clothed in nought but a short, thin skintight little cotton shirt. His head has been shaved of