A late birthday picture to my wonderful friend AI93JR.

Uh oh! Looks who's back! It's Agent EJ (aka Bad EJ). If you thought the original EJ was bellybutton craze, Agent EJ more extreme.

One beautiful, sunny spring morning, AI the cheetah decided to go for a morning jog. Wearing his boxing shorts, running shoes, and crop top shirt, he went for his run. However, that didn't last long. As he was jogging, a black van sped up beside him and stopped. Once stopped, the van door opened and out came five furries dressed in official black suits with black ties, and dark sunglasses. They grabbed AI. Two held his arms, two held his legs, and one hand gagged him, and they forced the cheetah into the van. Once in, they slammed the door and sped off. AI struggled and fought them with all of his might. But then he felt the sharp pain of a syringe inject into his arm. In seconds his straight gave out, and he blacked out.

An hour later, AI gradually began to regain consciousness. He looked around and saw that he was in a dark room with only a light above him, and television screen beside him. His shirt was gone. But worst, he was bound with titanium cuffs on a steel table. Once again he struggled to break free, but it was no use.

“It’s about time you woke up!” said a claim voice.
AI: Who are you?

The TV screen turned on. It was fuzzy at first, but then became clear. There was an image of a blue color husky wearing a similar outfit as the guys who kidnapped AI.

Agent EJ: I am Agent EJ.
AI: What is this?! Why am I here?! I didn’t do nothing!
Agent EJ: Yes, you did.
AI: What did I do?
Agent EJ: You work out. You go to the beach. You take runs around the town. You go out in public…
AI: What?! Those aren’t crimes!
Agent EJ: No, they are not. But… you leave your bellybutton uncovered… everywhere you go.
AI: (looks down at his navel) So what? That still isn’t a crime!
Agent EJ: I want your bellybutton.
AI: Wh-what?!
Agent EJ: I want your bellybutton.
AI: Well… you can’t have it! It’s stuck in my stomach!
Agent EJ: I know that. But there are ways.
AI: (becoming nervous) Wh-how?
Agent EJ: I could surgically remove it from your stomach.
AI: WHAT?!!! (struggles again)
Agent EJ: But it looks better with your abs surrounding it. As well as the rest of your muscles.
AI: Let me go! I’ll report you to the police!
Agent EJ: That’ll do you no good. I work for the government as a male bellybutton expert.
AI: Freak!
Agent EJ: Call me whatever you want. I don’t care. But I do know that, you are now my next bellybutton test subject.
AI: Dude! It’s just a bellybutton!
Agent EJ: A bellybutton that will soon feel my wrath.
AI: You don’t have to do that!
Agent EJ: When I come in there, we will begin. So I suggest that you get use to the idea and accept it.
AI: You’re keeping me here?! That’s messed up!
Agent EJ: No. Eventually you’ll be released, with your bellybutton. But not before I do my experiments… and bug your bellybutton.
AI: What?! What do you mean?!

With that said, the screen went blank, leaving AI alone again. AI yelled for help and struggled. But it was hopeless. He didn’t know where he was and he was stuck there. He could hear the footsteps of a number of agents slowly walking toward his room. AI knew now this was going to happen. He looked down at his poor, innocent bellybutton. It is really going to suffer now.

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AI © AI93JR of DA
Agent EJ, story, & art © :  EJ_Husky