The Poopoo Peepee Man

"Harry Stanford" The well dressed headmaster announced Harry's name. Harry, a tall bearded fellow, what some would consider a "neck-beard". Looked like the type of person who would have a massive collection of loli girl figurines in his dirty, dark and dank room. But contrary to popular belief he was very athletic, and worked out very often. He majored in engineering, mostly due to his parent's pressuring from a young age. However Harry had little interest in the field of mathematics and mechanics, but he was very interested in the realm of guns and evolution.

Harry thanked the headmaster, shook his hand, and walked to a short, tall nosed Jew, similarly named Harry. Harry Hartzog, one of Harry Stanford's only friends. They developed their friendship from their shared classes, and names. Though they looked wildly different, teachers often mistook them. Eventually they were simply known as Harry H and Harry S.

Harry S also had a different nickname, "Hairy Harry". He was quite the social outcast due to his innately ugly outer appearance. He wasn't very fond of cleaning himself, and let his hair grow out longer than he should have. But he didn't mind getting avoided, he actually liked it. It gave him peace and serenity.

"So, which company are you joining?" Asked the dirty Jew.

"I was thinking of joining the Fargo company." Said the tall hairy giant.

"Which one's that? I don't think I've heard of it."

"It's a very big one, it would be weird if you had heard of it."

"What happened to the Johnson Company?"

"Not hiring."

The two walked down the road, heading towards their favourite bar. The Hazy Cloud Baristo. It's where they spent most of their time, drinking and neglecting their studies. They often tried to pick up girls here, but almost never succeeded in their endeavours. The two friends sat down at their usual seats, and asked for some beer.

"So, I guess this will be the last day we get to spend drinking together. Laughing, crying, enjoying our time as bachelors." The short Jew said, with a disappointed look on his face.

"You make it sound like we're never gonna see each other again, I'm just moving three cities down to the border." Said Harry nonchalantly, putting the glass up to his mouth and taking a massive chug.

"Yeah, and you make it sound like I'm not going anywhere. I've got plans man, I'm gonna be rich, and I'm gonna be set!"

"Whatever. We still have each other's numbers, we can just call."

They chatted about their plans for the future, dreams and aspirations. Harry S wanted to be a Hunter. A relatively new job, created only 20 years ago, after The Reckoning. Animals have mutated, dangerous and aggressive. A threat to Humans. Strange new species of animals came into being, eight-legged tigers, winged elephants. Odd beings that would go against what people used to think was common sense. But animals weren't the only ones to mutate. Humans have also adapted. Evolving to suit their terrible environment. Though mostly beneficial, there have also been cases where humans become something, well, not human. Monsters, or Hellions, as they are called in this world.

The night slowly came to an end, the two friends said what may have been their final goodbyes and went their separate ways.