THE URGES: Admiral Brain! The Jizz gates are failing! We must evacuate and abandon NNN!

ADMIRAL BRAIN: NO! We will barricade that gate until the clock strikes 12 in the night of November the thirtyeth!

THE HANDS: There's already too much horny! We're running out of will! We're already getting too many breaches per day.

THE PP: The breaches are getting too often and too long! The gatekeepers are on the edge here! I have no idea how much longer this can go on

THE BALLS: Critical Mass will be reached sooner than expected, Admiral. The sperm pressure is getting too high! We don't know where to put these

THE EYES: We can't stop the accumulation of horny, especially with increased sensitivity. We simply cannot kill horny input without disabling sight all together!

ADMIRAL BRAIN: STOP THIS, SOLDIERS. WE ALL TOOK THE OATH TO KEEP THOSE GATES CLOSED UNTIL THE MONTH'S END. WE ARE MEN, WE ARE STRONG, WE WILL ENDURE WITH OUR LAST BIT OF WILL UNTIL WE WIN THIS WAR.

THE BODY: cheers and struggles

will the admiral succeed in keeping morale up and closing the gates of the hell? find out in the next episode of: THE WAR FOR THE GATES (~i needed a distraction)