Did somebody ring the dinkster

I pushed myself up to the wall, clutching the wound on my chest. Blood gushed out of the hole, me stabbing myself with empty stimpaks in hope of something coming out. I had almost accepted my fate, until I realized....

"Did somebody ring the dinkster"

it was him

His cowboy hat stood above all the other people in the area. He nodded his head, seeing my wounds. He whips out a car battery and shoves it in my gushing hole. I screamed in agony, but I did it for Dinkster. He smiled and laughed, shoving the battery in and out of my wound, expanding the injury until my chest had a giant hole in it. He then poured gasoline on my and lit me fire. I accepted the pain, for it was the Dinkster. He stuck his wiener in the fire, as he had a fire fetish. He laughed maniacally, this making me hard. He then extinguishes the fires upon slapping me in the bum

"Did somebody ring the dinkster" he said. He slapped my wound, a bottle of bleach growing within. He then jumped out a window. Although I had to live with a brand new bleach organ lodged into my ribcage, I was thankful to be alive. Thank you Dinkster.