Genre: Comedy Length: 2458 words B/D: Having finished the Christmas story after a whole bunch of writer's block, I wanted to do something to refresh myself... and ended up doing this in one sitting. Soren from the Fruitbat Factory Discord chat wanted a story about NoName, so here it is! NoName laid back, looked up at the stars, and began to contemplate thighs. It wasn’t the first time that he had contemplated thighs. Actually, he had been in a near-constant state of contemplating thighs, ever since the fateful day where he clawed his way out a malfunctioning biovat and hawked a gallon of artificial amniotic fluid out of his lungs. The love of them was inscribed upon his very bones – probably his thigh bones, but there were a number of other obvious candidates. In his long meditations, he had reached several truths about the nature of thighs. They were, he felt, what separated humans from beasts. He knew of no animal, other than a human or an ape, that possessed a
