The Brave Little Cummy: An AI Movie Script

[Soyteen Liker]

PART 1:

FADE IN:

INT

SPERM BANK - MAIN ROOM - DAY

Jizzy Dizzy, a young sperm cell with an extra chromosome, stands nervously in line with other sperm cells. They're all dressed in tiny suits, holding tiny briefcases. The walls are adorned with motivational posters: "Swim Faster, Achieve More," "Don't Let Your Tail Hold You Back," and "Teamwork Makes the Dream Work."

Jizzy sweats bullets, his little tail quivering with anticipation. He glances at his neighbor, a sperm named Speedy McSwimmer. Speedy winks and gives a thumbs-up, his confidence oozing like... well, you know.

The line in the Sperm Bank's main room snakes around in a serpentine fashion. Each cell takes their turn, stepping up to the counter where the stern-faced EGG-ZAMINERS scrutinize their paperwork and physical forms. The atmosphere is thick with hope and a hint of desperation.

INT. SPERM BANK - MAIN ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The line for the Uterus Employers job fair is moving at a glacial pace. Jizzy Dizzy checks his watch, his nerves frayed. He's never felt so out of place among his peers. Despite the cheery cartoonish environment, the tension in the air is palpable. The EGG-ZAMINERS, large, imposing figures with magnifying glasses, scrutinize each sperm's paperwork with a precision that could make a hawk seem lazy.

Jizzy's heart races as he approaches the counter. He slams his tiny briefcase down and flashes a wobbly smile to the EGG-ZAMINER, a stern-looking woman with a name tag that reads 'Mrs. Ovary'. She peers down at him over her glasses, her face a study in skepticism.

Mrs. Ovary: (skeptically) Name and position you're applying for?

Jizzy: (swallows hard) Jizzy Dizzy, applying for a... uh, position at Uterus Employers.

Mrs. Ovary: (scans paperwork) Jizzy Dizzy, . I see you're applying for the Fertilization Specialist role. Do you have the standard 23 pairs of chromosomes?

Jizzy: (swallows hard) Well, ma'am, that's the thing. I've got... a little extra something. Twenty-four pairs. But I promise, it's not a problem!

Mrs. Ovary: (sighs, flipping through his file) An extra chromosome, eh? That's not ideal, but not unheard of. Let's see your qualifications.

Jizzy opens his briefcase with trembling hands, pulling out a neatly folded paper titled "Jizzy Dizzy: Resumé Extraordinaire!" She takes the paper, her eyes scanning over it with a practiced ease.

Mrs. Ovary: (reads) "Jizzy Dizzy, graduated top of the class at Sperm University. Work experience includes... (pauses) 'Survived the G-Spot Marathon without premature evacuation'? That's... unique.

Jizzy: (beams with pride) Yes, ma'am! I'm quite adept at navigating challenging environments.

Mrs. Ovary: (nods) And what about your swimming abilities? You're aware that the job requires significant speed and endurance?

Jizzy: (confidently) Oh, I'm a regular Michael Phelps down here. Watch me!

Jizzy pulls out a tiny stopwatch and places it on the counter. He wiggles his tail and with a burst of speed, zooms off the counter and into a nearby jar of water. The other sperm in line watch in amazement as he zips around the jar, leaving a trail of bubbles in his wake.

Mrs. Ovary: (slightly impressed) Well, you certainly have the stamina. But can you maintain that speed over long distances?

Jizzy: (confidently) Absolutely! I've got the endurance of a marathon swimmer!

Mrs. Ovary: (nods) Good to know. But what about teamwork? We value cooperation at Uterus Employers. How do you handle group dynamics?

Jizzy: (swimming back to the counter) Teamwork? I've got that covered too. I've been part of several successful... let's call them 'swarms'. We've overcome obstacles like the Cervical Mucus Mambo and the Fallopian Tube Twist together!

Mrs. Ovary: (raises an eyebrow) Impressive. But can you handle the competition? It gets pretty... intense.

Jizzy: (grits his teeth) I've faced tough competition before. I've learned to be... adaptable.

Mrs. Ovary: (skeptical) Adaptable, huh? Well, let's hope so.

With a flick of her wrist, she stamps his resume with a giant "PENDING" in neon pink. The ink glows briefly before fading into the page. She hands the paper back to him.

Mrs. Ovary: (clipped tone) You'll need to go through a series of tests. If you pass, you might get a chance to be considered. Don't get your hopes up.

Jizzy: (swallows hard) Understood, ma'am. I'll do whatever it takes.

Mrs. Ovary: (sternly) Good. You're up next for the first round. Don't disappoint.

The room is filled with the sound of squeaking sneakers on a wet floor as Jizzy is called to the testing arena, a petri dish-sized pool surrounded by cheering sperm cells and their families. The crowd goes wild as the contestants prepare for the ultimate test of strength, speed, and intelligence: The Fertilization Olympics.

 

[Fagon]

Cringe.

 

[Dr. Cobson (PhD)]

Oh man... this thread... is prime... for some BRAPPING... I feel kinda gassy... maybe I'll do it here

 

[Soyteen Liker]

PART 2:

INT. SPERM BANK - TESTING ARENA - DAY

Jizzy wipes his brow with a tiny handkerchief as he approaches the edge of the Fertilization Olympics pool. The water glistens with an eerie pink light, and the smell of hope and determination fills the air. The announcer, a boisterous sperm in a flashy sports coat, takes the microphone.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, sperms and spermatids, welcome to the 1st Annual Fertilization Olympics! Our next contestant is... Jizzy Dizzy! Give him a round of applause!

The crowd goes wild, clapping their tiny hands together, creating a thunderous sound in the confined space of the Sperm Bank. Jizzy's heart races as he steps up to the starting line, eyeing his competition. Each sperm is more confident and fit than the last, their tails a blur as they flex and stretch.

Announcer: (booming) And now, for the first event, the Sperm Swim Sprint! Contestants, take your marks!

The sperm cells all dive into the pool, their tails fluttering in anticipation. Jizzy takes a deep breath, his extra chromosome pulsing with determination.

The starting gun fires, and the water explodes with activity. The contestants race through the obstacle-filled pool, dodging floating IUDs and dodging the deadly tentacles of the CERVICAL MUCUS MONSTER, a giant blob with a hundred slimy arms.

Jizzy Dizzy sprints forward, his extra chromosome acting like a turbo boost. He weaves through the chaos, his tail a blur of motion. The crowd roars with excitement, their cheers echoing through the Sperm Bank. Speedy McSwimmer is in the lead, but Jizzy's determination is unyielding.

INT. SPERM BANK - TESTING ARENA - CONTINUOUS

The race is on, and Jizzy Dizzy's unique wiggle propels him through the water with surprising agility. He's a spectacle to behold, a blur of motion and grit as he dodges the treacherous obstacles. The CERVICAL MUCUS MONSTER looms ahead, its tentacles snatching at the contestants, trying to slow them down.

Jizzy's heart races as he draws closer to the monster. The other sperm cells falter, their movements erratic with fear, but not Jizzy. He sees an opportunity where others see only danger. As a tentacle reaches for him, he twists his body in a daring move, using his extra chromosome to contort his tail into a sharp hook. He latches onto the tentacle and uses it as a swing, launching himself forward and narrowing the gap between him and Speedy McSwimmer.

The crowd gasps as the two sperm cells near the finish line, a glowing egg waiting at the end of the pool. The egg, the ultimate prize, the holy grail of their existence, beckons to them. Speedy, noticing Jizzy's approach, kicks into high gear, his tail a blur of speed.

Jizzy grits his teeth, his determination stronger than ever. He can almost feel the egg's warm embrace, the sweet victory of becoming a zygote. He pours every ounce of his being into the final stretch, his tail moving in a rhythmic dance of power and precision.

The crowd goes wild, their cheers deafening as the two sperm cells close in on the egg. Speedy McSwimmer is a picture of perfection, his tail cutting through the water like a hot knife through butter, but Jizzy Dizzy's unorthodox swimming style, fueled by his extra chromosome, is a sight to behold.

Jizzy's heart pounds in his microscopic chest as he pulls alongside Speedy. The egg, the prize they both crave, looms large in their vision. It's now or never. With a burst of energy, Jizzy's tail propels him forward, his hook-like maneuver turning into a fierce whip that slices through the water.

INT. SPERM BANK - TESTING ARENA - CONTINUOUS

The egg, the grand prize, pulses with anticipation. The finish line is a mere cell's width away. Jizzy Dizzy and Speedy McSwimmer are neck and neck, their tails a whirlwind of motion. The crowd's excitement reaches a fever pitch, their cheers echoing off the walls.

Speedy glances at Jizzy, his confidence faltering for the first time. He tries to surge ahead, but Jizzy matches his speed, his hooked tail slicing through the water like a finely honed blade. The CERVICAL MUCUS MONSTER's tentacles flail wildly, desperate to trip them up, but the sperm cells are too focused, too driven.

The finish line is a shimmering, irresistible beacon. The egg seems to quiver with excitement, sensing the imminent victory of one of its suitors. Jizzy feels it too, the promise of a new life, a chance to leave New Sperm City behind and start anew.

Speedy McSwimmer's eyes widen as he sees Jizzy's unconventional approach. He's never seen a sperm use its tail like that. But he's not one to be outdone. He kicks his legs harder, his body a sleek, muscular torpedo. The water churns around them, a battleground of bubbles and determination.

Jizzy feels the pressure, but his extra chromosome gives him the edge. He twists and turns, dodging the flailing tentacles of the CERVICAL MUCUS MONSTER. His heart, a tiny beating speck, thunders in his chest. This is it. The moment he's been training for, the moment that could change his life forever.

The egg seems to pulse with excitement, its shell glowing a tantalizing shade of fertile pink. Jizzy's tail whips around like a tiny tornado, propelling him closer and closer. Speedy McSwimmer's eyes narrow, and he pours on a burst of speed, but Jizzy is ready.

Using his unique hooked tail maneuver, Jizzy snatches a floating sperm vitamin pill and launches himself forward, the boost of nutrients giving him just enough juice to break the surface tension of the egg. The crowd goes absolutely nuts, their cheers like a symphony of joyful squeaks.

Announcer: (excitedly) And it's Jizzy Dizzy, the underdog with an extra something special, who breaks through to victory! What an incredible finish!

The crowd erupts in a frenzy of applause and congratulations. Jizzy can hardly believe it. He's done it! He's proven himself in the Sperm Swim Sprint. The other sperm cells gather around, slapping him on the back and offering high fives. Even Speedy McSwimmer grudgingly nods in respect, his expression a mix of amazement and annoyance.

The egg, now open and inviting, winks playfully at Jizzy, and he can't help but blush at the flirty gesture. Mrs. Ovary approaches the poolside, her stern expression replaced by a hint of admiration.

Mrs. Ovary: (into a megaphone) Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! Jizzy Dizzy has passed the first round of the Fertilization Olympics!

Jizzy's cheeks flush with victory, his tail wiggling in excitement. The crowd goes wild, their tiny squeaks of joy bouncing off the walls. The other sperm cells, though initially disheartened by the competition, cheer him on. They recognize his triumph as a victory for all of them, a symbol of hope in the cutthroat world of reproduction.

Mrs. Ovary, the stern EGG-ZAMINER, watches from the sidelines, her expression unreadable. She scribbles something onto her clipboard before nodding to the pool's exit.

Mrs. Ovary: (megaphone) Well done, Mr. Dizzy. You've certainly got... something. We'll be in touch regarding the next round of testing.

Jizzy beams with pride, his little sperm head swelling with excitement. He waves to the crowd, soaking in the adoration. The other contestants, though defeated, pat him on the back with good-natured camaraderie.

 

[Fagon]

PART 2:

INT. SPERM BANK - TESTING ARENA - DAY

Jizzy wipes his brow with a tiny handkerchief as he approaches the edge of the Fertilization Olympics pool. The water glistens with an eerie pink light, and the smell of hope and determination fills the air. The announcer, a boisterous sperm in a flashy sports coat, takes the microphone.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, sperms and spermatids, welcome to the 1st Annual Fertilization Olympics! Our next contestant is... Jizzy Dizzy! Give him a round of applause!

The crowd goes wild, clapping their tiny hands together, creating a thunderous sound in the confined space of the Sperm Bank. Jizzy's heart races as he steps up to the starting line, eyeing his competition. Each sperm is more confident and fit than the last, their tails a blur as they flex and stretch.

Announcer: (booming) And now, for the first event, the Sperm Swim Sprint! Contestants, take your marks!

The sperm cells all dive into the pool, their tails fluttering in anticipation. Jizzy takes a deep breath, his extra chromosome pulsing with determination.

The starting gun fires, and the water explodes with activity. The contestants race through the obstacle-filled pool, dodging floating IUDs and dodging the deadly tentacles of the CERVICAL MUCUS MONSTER, a giant blob with a hundred slimy arms.

Jizzy Dizzy sprints forward, his extra chromosome acting like a turbo boost. He weaves through the chaos, his tail a blur of motion. The crowd roars with excitement, their cheers echoing through the Sperm Bank. Speedy McSwimmer is in the lead, but Jizzy's determination is unyielding.

INT. SPERM BANK - TESTING ARENA - CONTINUOUS

The race is on, and Jizzy Dizzy's unique wiggle propels him through the water with surprising agility. He's a spectacle to behold, a blur of motion and grit as he dodges the treacherous obstacles. The CERVICAL MUCUS MONSTER looms ahead, its tentacles snatching at the contestants, trying to slow them down.

Jizzy's heart races as he draws closer to the monster. The other sperm cells falter, their movements erratic with fear, but not Jizzy. He sees an opportunity where others see only danger. As a tentacle reaches for him, he twists his body in a daring move, using his extra chromosome to contort his tail into a sharp hook. He latches onto the tentacle and uses it as a swing, launching himself forward and narrowing the gap between him and Speedy McSwimmer.

The crowd gasps as the two sperm cells near the finish line, a glowing egg waiting at the end of the pool. The egg, the ultimate prize, the holy grail of their existence, beckons to them. Speedy, noticing Jizzy's approach, kicks into high gear, his tail a blur of speed.

Jizzy grits his teeth, his determination stronger than ever. He can almost feel the egg's warm embrace, the sweet victory of becoming a zygote. He pours every ounce of his being into the final stretch, his tail moving in a rhythmic dance of power and precision.

The crowd goes wild, their cheers deafening as the two sperm cells close in on the egg. Speedy McSwimmer is a picture of perfection, his tail cutting through the water like a hot knife through butter, but Jizzy Dizzy's unorthodox swimming style, fueled by his extra chromosome, is a sight to behold.

Jizzy's heart pounds in his microscopic chest as he pulls alongside Speedy. The egg, the prize they both crave, looms large in their vision. It's now or never. With a burst of energy, Jizzy's tail propels him forward, his hook-like maneuver turning into a fierce whip that slices through the water.

INT. SPERM BANK - TESTING ARENA - CONTINUOUS

The egg, the grand prize, pulses with anticipation. The finish line is a mere cell's width away. Jizzy Dizzy and Speedy McSwimmer are neck and neck, their tails a whirlwind of motion. The crowd's excitement reaches a fever pitch, their cheers echoing off the walls.

Speedy glances at Jizzy, his confidence faltering for the first time. He tries to surge ahead, but Jizzy matches his speed, his hooked tail slicing through the water like a finely honed blade. The CERVICAL MUCUS MONSTER's tentacles flail wildly, desperate to trip them up, but the sperm cells are too focused, too driven.

The finish line is a shimmering, irresistible beacon. The egg seems to quiver with excitement, sensing the imminent victory of one of its suitors. Jizzy feels it too, the promise of a new life, a chance to leave New Sperm City behind and start anew.

Speedy McSwimmer's eyes widen as he sees Jizzy's unconventional approach. He's never seen a sperm use its tail like that. But he's not one to be outdone. He kicks his legs harder, his body a sleek, muscular torpedo. The water churns around them, a battleground of bubbles and determination.

Jizzy feels the pressure, but his extra chromosome gives him the edge. He twists and turns, dodging the flailing tentacles of the CERVICAL MUCUS MONSTER. His heart, a tiny beating speck, thunders in his chest. This is it. The moment he's been training for, the moment that could change his life forever.

The egg seems to pulse with excitement, its shell glowing a tantalizing shade of fertile pink. Jizzy's tail whips around like a tiny tornado, propelling him closer and closer. Speedy McSwimmer's eyes narrow, and he pours on a burst of speed, but Jizzy is ready.

Using his unique hooked tail maneuver, Jizzy snatches a floating sperm vitamin pill and launches himself forward, the boost of nutrients giving him just enough juice to break the surface tension of the egg. The crowd goes absolutely nuts, their cheers like a symphony of joyful squeaks.

Announcer: (excitedly) And it's Jizzy Dizzy, the underdog with an extra something special, who breaks through to victory! What an incredible finish!

The crowd erupts in a frenzy of applause and congratulations. Jizzy can hardly believe it. He's done it! He's proven himself in the Sperm Swim Sprint. The other sperm cells gather around, slapping him on the back and offering high fives. Even Speedy McSwimmer grudgingly nods in respect, his expression a mix of amazement and annoyance.

The egg, now open and inviting, winks playfully at Jizzy, and he can't help but blush at the flirty gesture. Mrs. Ovary approaches the poolside, her stern expression replaced by a hint of admiration.

Mrs. Ovary: (into a megaphone) Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! Jizzy Dizzy has passed the first round of the Fertilization Olympics!

Jizzy's cheeks flush with victory, his tail wiggling in excitement. The crowd goes wild, their tiny squeaks of joy bouncing off the walls. The other sperm cells, though initially disheartened by the competition, cheer him on. They recognize his triumph as a victory for all of them, a symbol of hope in the cutthroat world of reproduction.

Mrs. Ovary, the stern EGG-ZAMINER, watches from the sidelines, her expression unreadable. She scribbles something onto her clipboard before nodding to the pool's exit.

Mrs. Ovary: (megaphone) Well done, Mr. Dizzy. You've certainly got... something. We'll be in touch regarding the next round of testing.

Jizzy beams with pride, his little sperm head swelling with excitement. He waves to the crowd, soaking in the adoration. The other contestants, though defeated, pat him on the back with good-natured camaraderie.

Cringe.

 

[Stephen]

Peak ‘Liker

 

[Dr. Cobson (PhD)]

This whole post reeks of AI but some inner part of my soul tells me that @Soyteen Liker wrote this out all by xherself

 

[Soyteen Liker]

PART 3:

INT. SPERM BANK - MAIN ROOM - LATER

The atmosphere in the Sperm Bank is electric. The first round of the Fertilization Olympics is over, and Jizzy Dizzy has emerged as the surprise victor. The contestants and their families mingle, sharing tales of the race and congratulating Jizzy on his victory.

Speedy McSwimmer approaches, his tail drooping slightly.

Speedy: (begrudgingly) Good race, Jiz. Didn't expect that from you.

Jizzy: (smiling) Thanks, Speedy. I guess everyone's got their own... special moves, right?

Speedy: (nods) Guess so. Just don't get too cocky. The real race is yet to come.

Jizzy: (determined) Don't worry, I won't let it get to my head. I'm just happy for the chance to prove myself.

Speedy nods, a hint of respect in his gaze.

Speedy: (serious) Just remember, the Olympics are only the beginning. The Uterus is a tough place, even for the best of us.

Jizzy nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. He knows the challenges that await him are far from over.

INT. SPERM BANK - MAIN ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Jizzy's victory in the Sperm Swim Sprint has made him a local celebrity in New Sperm City. His picture is plastered on the cover of the Sperm Sentinel, the local newspaper, with the headline: "Jizzy Dizzy: The Unlikely Hero with the Extra Chromosome!" His story has inspired other sperm cells with various quirks and differences to dream of achieving their own greatness.

INT. JIZZY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Jizzy is back in his humble abode, a tiny studio with a single sperm-shaped bed and a fridge stocked with nutrient-rich semen samples. He flops onto the bed, exhausted but elated. The walls are covered in posters of successful fertilization attempts, serving as both inspiration and decoration.

As he lies there, his thoughts swirl with excitement and nerves. He's one step closer to his dream job, but he knows the journey is far from over. The phone on his nightstand, a tiny device shaped like a sperm with a dial, rings shrilly. He answers it with a tired yet hopeful grin.

Jizzy: (into phone) Hello?

Mrs. Ovary's Voice: (over the phone) Jizzy Dizzy, this is Mrs. Ovary from Uterus Employers. I've got your test results.

Jizzy bolts upright, his heart racing.

Jizzy: (eagerly) Mrs. Ovary! Did I... did I make it to the next round?

Mrs. Ovary's Voice: (over the phone) Indeed, you did. Your unique swimming style and determination have impressed the judges. You've been selected for the next phase of the Fertilization Olympics: The Sperm Survival Course.

Jizzy's eyes widen, his tiny fists clenching the phone.

Jizzy: (nervously) The Sperm Survival Course? What's that all about?

Mrs. Ovary's Voice: (over the phone) It's an endurance test, Mr. Dizzy. A series of trials that will push you to your limits. Only the strongest and most capable sperm cells can hope to pass.

Jizzy: (swallows hard) I understand. I'm ready for whatever comes next.

Mrs. Ovary's Voice: (over the phone) Good. Report to the Uterus Employers headquarters tomorrow morning. Don't be late.

Jizzy nods, though she can't see him, and hangs up the phone. He takes a deep breath, letting the gravity of what just happened sink in. He's going to the Sperm Survival Course.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - TRAINING ROOM - DAY

The next day, Jizzy Dizzy enters the sleek, high-tech training room of Uterus Employers headquarters. The walls are lined with flat screens displaying various uterine landscapes, and state-of-the-art equipment hums quietly in the background. The room is filled with other sperm cells, all eagerly preparing for the Sperm Survival Course.

Jizzy's eyes widen as he takes in the scene. He's never been anywhere so... clean. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and the floor is so smooth it looks like it's been polished by a million tiny sperm cells. He spots Speedy McSwimmer flexing his tail muscles in the corner, surrounded by a group of admirers.

INT

UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - TRAINING ROOM - DAY

Jizzy Dizzy, now the underdog with a chance, makes his way through the bustling training room, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. The room is a buzz with sperm cells stretching, strategizing, and eyeing each other up. The walls are adorned with images of successful fertilizations and motivational posters that read, "Conquer the Course" and "Survive to Thrive."

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - TRAINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Jizzy, donned in a freshly pressed suit and tie, spots a group of sperm cells huddled around a map of the Sperm Survival Course. He approaches, trying to look nonchalant.

Jizzy: (to the group) Hey guys, mind if I take a look?

The sperm cells part slightly, allowing him a glimpse of the map. It's a treacherous path, filled with danger zones like the "Ovulation Obstacle" and the "Fallopian Tube Tango." Jizzy feels his extra chromosome pulsing with excitement and a touch of anxiety.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - TRAINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The group of sperm cells, noticing Jizzy's interest, begin to share their strategies and fears about the upcoming Sperm Survival Course. They talk about the rumored challenges and the legends of past contestants who've become fertilization legends. Jizzy listens intently, his mind racing with new tactics and ideas.

One of the sperm cells, a grizzled veteran named Tail-Spin Tommy, notices Jizzy's extra chromosome.

Tail-Spin Tommy: (squinting) Hey, kid, you got an extra piece of luggage back there?

Jizzy: (laughing nervously) Oh, this? It's just... a little something extra I've got going on.

Tail-Spin Tommy: (grinning) Well, might just come in handy on the course. You never know when a little extra can make all the difference.

Jizzy nods, feeling a sense of camaraderie with his fellow contestants. They may be competitors, but they're all in this together, fighting for a shot at the ultimate prize.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - TRAINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The training montage begins, with Jizzy Dizzy pushing himself to the limits alongside his newfound companions. The montage is set to an upbeat, inspirational tune titled "The Race of Life," a catchy jingle that's become the anthem of the Fertilization Olympics.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - TRAINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The montage shows Jizzy Dizzy and the other contestants training tirelessly. They run on tiny treadmills, lift minuscule weights, and navigate through mazes that mimic the human reproductive system. Speedy McSwimmer, ever the overachiever, sprints on a water wheel, his muscles bulging as he runs laps around the others.

Jizzy, however, focuses on honing his unique tail technique, practicing his hook maneuver around tiny obstacles. His determination is unshakeable, pushing through the pain and fatigue. He's spurred on by the memory of Mrs. Ovary's skepticism and the hope of proving himself to the grand Uterus.

As the montage continues, the sperm cells are put through increasingly difficult challenges. They swim through narrow tubes that simulate the treacherous journey to the egg, dodge laser beams that mimic the sperm-slaying properties of certain contraceptives, and even face a miniature version of the CERVICAL MUCUS MONSTER, which has become a mascot for the Sperm Survival Course.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - TRAINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The montage of the Sperm Survival Course training reaches its climax with the contestants sweating, their tails a blur of motion. The music crescendos as Jizzy, Tail-Spin Tommy, and Speedy McSwimmer stand before the final challenge: a life-sized replica of the uterus, complete with the grand Uterus herself at the center, a towering figure in a gleaming white lab coat, holding a sperm-shaped trophy.

The grand Uterus addresses the exhausted but determined contestants.

Grand Uterus: (booming) Welcome, brave sperm cells, to the final trial of the Sperm Survival Course. Only the strongest, swiftest, and most adaptable will pass this test and join the ranks of Uterus Employers.

The sperm cells exchange nervous glances, their hearts racing in anticipation. This is the moment that will define their futures.

Grand Uterus: (booming) The final challenge is simple: reach the egg at the center of the Uterine Maze. Only one may pass. May the best sperm win!

The room goes silent as the grand Uterus's words hang in the air. The sperm cells exchange glances, some filled with excitement, others with dread. Jizzy takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of his extra chromosome both literally and figuratively.

 

[Steve]

You know she made this thread in the dump so at least she knows where it belongs.

 

[Soyteen Liker]

PART 4:

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - UTERINE MAZE - DAY

The grand Uterus's starting gun sounds, and the contestants dive into the Uterine Maze, their tails a flurry of activity. Jizzy's heart races as he navigates the twists and turns, dodging the sticky walls and slippery slopes. His extra chromosome feels like a secret weapon, guiding his every move with a strange, inexplicable intuition.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - UTERINE MAZE - CONTINUOUS

The Uterine Maze stretches out before Jizzy, a labyrinth of pink walls and shadowy crevices. He can hear the distant splashes and grunts of his competitors as they struggle through the obstacle course. His extra chromosome buzzes with anticipation, feeding him a sense of urgency and strategy.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - UTERINE MAZE - CONTINUOUS

The maze is a gauntlet of challenges, each more daunting than the last. Jizzy encounters the "Ovulation Obstacle," a series of rapidly closing gates that only allow the fastest sperm cells to pass. He uses his hooked tail to catch the edge of the gate, pulling himself through with the grace of a gymnast sticking a perfect landing.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - UTERINE MAZE - CONTINUOUS

Jizzy's heart races as he emerges into the next chamber, his tail a blur of motion. The smell of potential victory fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of the egg. Speedy McSwimmer is just ahead, his confidence unshaken as he sprints through the maze.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - UTERINE MAZE - CONTINUOUS

Jizzy Dizzy's eyes narrow as he spots Speedy McSwimmer's tail disappearing around a bend. He knows he can't let him out of his sight. The maze is a living, breathing entity, with walls that pulse and ooze, mimicking the unpredictable terrain of the real uterus. The air is thick with tension and the faint smell of sweat—or is it just the antiseptic cleanliness?

The sperm cells are a blur of motion, their tails a symphony of strokes as they navigate the labyrinth. Jizzy's heart races, his extra chromosome pulsing in his head like a second heartbeat. He can't let Speedy McSwimmer out of his sight. The prize—the job at Uterus Employers—is so close he can almost taste it.

INT

UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - UTERINE MAZE - CONTINUOUS

Jizzy's tail whips through the water as he chases Speedy McSwimmer, the egg's siren call growing stronger with every stroke. The maze throws everything at them—whirlpools, tight squeezes, and even a surprise encounter with a friendly white blood cell who cheers them on.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - UTERINE MAZE - CONTINUOUS

The maze's walls pulse and twist, narrowing and expanding in a disorienting dance. Jizzy Dizzy and Speedy McSwimmer are neck and neck, their tails cutting through the fluid with equal ferocity. The egg's siren call resonates through the corridors, beckoning the contestants ever closer.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - UTERINE MAZE - CONTINUOUS

The maze tightens, the walls closing in like a vise around the contestants. Jizzy can feel the heat from Speedy's tail as they race side by side. Suddenly, the floor drops away, revealing the "Fallopian Tube Tango," a series of spiraling tubes that lead to the egg's chamber.

Speedy McSwimmer's eyes widen as he sees the tubes ahead. He's heard the horror stories—how many sperm cells have lost their way or their lives in the treacherous descent. But Jizzy Dizzy seems unfazed, his extra chromosome providing a surprising sense of balance.

Jizzy: (grinning) You scared, Speedy? This is where the real race begins!

Speedy: (sneers) Scared? Never. But I've got experience you can't beat. Watch and learn, Dizzy.

The two sperm cells leap into the Fallopian Tube Tango, their bodies spinning and twisting as they navigate the perilous descent. The walls of the tube are slick with mucus, and the gravity seems to shift with every turn. Jizzy's hooked tail gives him an edge, allowing him to cling to the walls and dodge the deadly currents that threaten to sweep him away.

INT

UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - UTERINE MAZE - CONTINUOUS

The Fallopian Tube Tango is a dizzying challenge, a swirling vortex of pink that seems to have no end. Jizzy and Speedy spiral downward, their tails a blur of motion as they fight against the suction of the tube. The walls are slippery, and the occasional twist sends them careening off-course.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - FALLOPIAN TUBE TANGO - CONTINUOUS

Jizzy Dizzy and Speedy McSwimmer spin and twirl through the Fallopian Tube Tango, their tails a blur of motion as they navigate the perilous descent. The walls of the tube are lined with sticky mucus, and the gravity seems to shift with every turn. Jizzy's hooked tail provides surprising grip, allowing him to pivot and dodge the deadly currents that threaten to pull him into oblivion.

The tube narrows, forcing the sperm cells closer together. Speedy's confidence begins to waver as Jizzy's unique tail maneuvers allow him to keep pace. The egg's chamber, a shimmering oasis of hope, looms in the distance.

Speedy: (straining) This isn't over yet, Jiz! I've been preparing for this my whole life!

Jizzy: (determined) And I've been fighting for mine!

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - FALLOPIAN TUBE TANGO - CONTINUOUS

Jizzy Dizzy and Speedy McSwimmer push themselves to their limits, the egg's chamber drawing ever closer. The tension in the air is thick with anticipation and the scent of victory. The walls of the Fallopian tube pulse and shiver, releasing bursts of mucus that threaten to engulf them.

Jizzy: (panting) I... I can feel it! We're... almost there!

Speedy: (grits his teeth) Not if I can help it, Dizzy. This... is... my destiny!

The two rivals emerge from the Fallopian Tube Tango, their bodies battered and bruised but their spirits unbroken. The egg's chamber is now in clear view, a beacon of light at the end of their arduous journey.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

The egg chamber is a vast, glowing cavern, the egg at its center pulsing with an irresistible allure. The walls are lined with the cheering spectators—sperm cells, egg cells, and the grand Uterus herself, all eagerly watching the grand finale of the Sperm Survival Course.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

The egg chamber is a sight to behold, a kaleidoscope of pink and white, with the egg at the center, pulsing with an allure that seems to suck the very essence out of the air. The grandstands are packed with sperm cells and egg cells, all of them on the edge of their seats, their tiny eyes glued to the race below. The grand Uterus herself, a colossal figure in her gleaming lab coat, watches from her VIP box, her expression a mix of amusement and anticipation.

Jizzy Dizzy and Speedy McSwimmer burst into the chamber, their tails a blur of motion. The crowd goes wild, their cheers echoing off the cavernous walls. The egg, a majestic sphere of possibility, seems to glow brighter with each passing second.

Speedy: (snarls) This is it, Jizzy. The moment of truth!

Jizzy: (determined) I'm ready, Speedy. Let's show 'em what we've got!

The two sperm cells charge ahead, the egg's allure propelling them through the water. They're so close, Jizzy can almost feel the warm embrace of destiny. The egg pulses faster, its glow intensifying, signaling its readiness for the final sprint.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

Jizzy and Speedy swim with everything they've got, their tails a blur as they zoom through the vast chamber. The egg, a glowing orb of life, pulses faster, the walls of the chamber seeming to quiver with anticipation. The grand Uterus watches from her lofty box, her expression unreadable.

Jizzy: (to Speedy) You've got this, Speedy! Don't hold anything back!

Speedy: (fiercely) You either, Jizzy! It's all or nothing!

The crowd's cheers crescendo as the two sperm cells close the distance to the egg. Jizzy feels the extra weight of his chromosome, but it's no longer a burden—it's a beacon of hope, guiding him like a homing device to his destiny.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

Jizzy Dizzy and Speedy McSwimmer surge towards the egg, their hearts pounding in unison with the pulsing light. The grandstands of sperm and egg cells hold their collective breath as the moment of truth approaches.

Jizzy: (to Speedy) This is it! Give it everything you've got!

Speedy: (grunts) You too, Dizzy!

The two sperm cells, driven by their dreams and the roar of the crowd, push their bodies to the brink of exhaustion. The egg, a beacon of promise, looms ever closer, its surface rippling with excitement.

Jizzy's tail, a testament to his resilience and the power of his extra chromosome, propels him forward in a series of unorthodox yet effective strokes. His heart, a tiny dot in the vastness of his microscopic world, beats like a drum in his chest.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

The egg looms larger, its surface a maelstrom of energy and potential. The grandstands are a sea of cheers and waving banners, the sperm cells' cries of support a deafening roar in the water. Jizzy and Speedy are now a tail's length apart, their every move scrutinized by the rapt audience.

 

[Soyteen Liker]

PART 5

Jizzy: (to Speedy) Good luck, buddy. May the best... sperm win!

Speedy: (grits his teeth) You too, Dizzy. But remember, only one of us can be the chosen one.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

The egg's pulsating light grows brighter, the room's anticipation reaching a fever pitch. Jizzy Dizzy and Speedy McSwimmer, both pushing their limits, are now just a tail's length apart. The grand Uterus watches with a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with excitement.

INT

UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

With the egg just within reach, Jizzy Dizzy and Speedy McSwimmer give it their all. The grand Uterus's smile widens as she leans forward, eager to see which sperm cell will break through the egg's outer barrier first. The egg's surface quivers, beckoning to the worthy suitor.

Jizzy feels his extra chromosome pulse with a newfound power. It's as if it's whispering to him, guiding his every stroke, every twitch of his tail. He's not just racing for himself anymore; he's racing for every underdog sperm cell that's ever been told they couldn't make it.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

Jizzy and Speedy's tails collide in a fierce display of determination. They push and pull, each fighting to be the first to penetrate the egg's outer barrier. The egg seems to hum with anticipation, its pulses growing more rapid as the two sperm cells' hearts race together.

Suddenly, a gust of energy from the extra chromosome surges through Jizzy's tail, giving him the boost he needs. With a final, desperate lunge, he pierces the egg's membrane, his head breaking through the surface with a triumphant splash. The crowd erupts into a frenzy of cheers and splashes of water.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

The grand Uterus's smile turns into a full-blown grin as Jizzy Dizzy emerges victorious, his head bursting through the egg's barrier. The crowd goes wild, their cheers a symphony of joyous splashes and vibrations that resonate through the chamber. Speedy McSwimmer, a close second, can't help but tip his cap to his rival's ingenuity.

Mrs. Ovary, watching from the sidelines, is caught between shock and admiration. The extra chromosome, once a point of contention, has become Jizzy's secret weapon. She nods to herself, realizing that she might have underestimated him.

Mrs. Ovary: (to Grand Uterus) Looks like our little outlier has some serious game.

Grand Uterus: (chuckles) Indeed, Mrs. Ovary. Perhaps we've found ourselves a new kind of hero.

The crowd's cheers subside as the grand Uterus descends from her box, the water parting around her as if by magic. She approaches Jizzy, who is now engulfed in a warm, golden light as the egg begins to absorb him.

Grand Uterus: (booming) Jizzy Dizzy, you have not only completed the Sperm Survival Course, but you've proven yourself a champion among your kind. Your perseverance, ingenuity, and that... unique tail of yours, have truly set you apart.

Jizzy, beaming with pride, bobs in the water, his tail still sticking out of the egg's barrier. The light enveloping him grows stronger, the egg's embrace warm and welcoming.

Grand Uterus: (continuing) You've earned your place at Uterus Employers. Welcome to the team!

The grand Uterus holds out a sperm-sized hand, and Jizzy shakes it, his tail fluttering in excitement. The egg's glow intensifies, enveloping him completely, and the room falls silent as the moment of fertilization occurs.

INT. UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

The grand Uterus raises her hand, and the egg's light dims. Jizzy Dizzy emerges from the egg, transformed. He's no longer just a sperm cell; he's an embryo, a symbol of new life and hope. His fellow contestants cheer, slapping their tails in congratulation, while the grandstands erupt in a symphony of splashes and cheers.

Jizzy: (awed) I... I did it!

The grand Uterus nods with satisfaction.

Grand Uterus: (smiling) Indeed, you have, young one. Your journey here today has been nothing short of remarkable. But remember, this is just the beginning.

Jizzy: (excitedly) What happens next?

Grand Uterus: (booming) Now, the real adventure begins. As an embryo, you'll face challenges beyond the Sperm Survival Course. You'll grow, develop, and maybe, just maybe, find yourself facing the ultimate challenge: the journey to the outside world.

The grand Uterus's words resonate through the chamber as Jizzy looks around, his new form glowing with potential. The crowd of sperm cells and egg cells cheer, their excitement palpable.

INT

UTERUS EMPLOYERS HEADQUARTERS - EGG CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

The grand Uterus's words hang in the air as Jizzy, now a radiant embryo, absorbs the gravity of the situation. Mrs. Ovary approaches with a warm smile, her earlier skepticism replaced with admiration.

Mrs. Ovary: (clapping) Welcome to the team, Jizzy. Your spirit and determination are exactly what we need at Uterus Employers.

Jizzy: (grinning) Thanks, Mrs. Ovary! I won't let you down!

Mrs. Ovary: (winks) Oh, I know you won't, Jizzy. And there's one more thing. You're going to be born a baby boy.

The grand Uterus laughs heartily, her mood contagious as it spreads through the chamber. Jizzy's friends gather around him, their tails slapping in congratulations.

Grand Uterus: (beaming) As for your name, young one, it's a tradition here at Uterus Employers to bestow a new name upon those who achieve such a great feat. You've earned your place, and with it, a new identity that reflects your journey.

The chamber falls silent, the anticipation building as the grand Uterus pauses dramatically.

Grand Uterus: (with a knowing smile) Your new name, the one that will follow you into the next phase of your life's journey, is... Hagon.

The crowd goes wild, their cheers echoing through the chamber like a tidal wave of joy. Hagon, the former Jizzy Dizzy, beams with pride, his tail wagging in excitement.

Hagon: (laughing) Hagon! I like the sound of that!

Speedy McSwimmer swims over, extending his tail in a firm, yet friendly handshake.

Speedy: (nods) Hagon. You've earned it. And who knows, maybe we'll race again someday.

Hagon: (grinning) I look forward to it, Speedy. Until then, may the currents be with you.

End credits start playing

 

[Stephen]

Both the sperms and the eggs are African btw

 

[Twostripe]

Still better than jokor 2

 

[Stephen]

Read every word, bravo
And as I finished the last paragraphs, I realized my last post was correct all along

 

[KingCargo]

>The egg looms larger, its surface a maelstrom of energy and potential. The grandstands are a sea of cheers and waving banners, the sperm cells' cries of support a deafening roar in the water.

 

[Twostripe]

Btw this is nuFPE

 

[KingCargo]

Btw this is nuFPE

You physically and mentally cannot get any worse then FPE.
I'll take it.

 

[Stephen]

@Hagon

 

[Fagon]

@Hagon

 

[KingCargo]

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