WE ARE THE GUNSTON SS CORONAVIRUS UNIT 731 CLEAN-UP CREW.

Gidday valued passengers, WE ARE THE GUNSTON SS CORONAVIRUS UNIT 731 CLEAN-UP CREW.

When the Unit 731 boys recently commandeering your SS Coronavirus cruise ship in Yokohama Bay https://spraguedawley.com/japanese-wartime-unit-731-doctors-commandeer-virus-stricken-cruise-ship/ they needed someone to clean up the mess of distended limbs and howling experimental fuckups and that’s when they called in the best name in the clean-up business: GUNSTON.

So, if you’re on the ship and reading this then bust out those wallets and purses you stingy old rich wankers and get fucken shopping! Your life could depend upon it!

BUY OUR SHIT!

Dead? Alive? Give the simpering sook a poke with this pronged thingie and find out.

50 bucks. O.N.O.

Decontamination Unit and adjacent paddling pool.

10 bucks.

Portable DJ rig. For entertaining dying passengers. The loud music also serves to help drown out the last breathless cries for help from really completely fucked-up passengers.

Free. (it sounds like shit.)

Want to cop a feel of some half-dead old biddy? Slip on this Doc’s robe and you’ve got the perfect alibi.

10 bucks. Ya pervy cunt.

Alleviate the misery of the surrounding death and despair by having a huff on this laughing gaHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

50,000 bucks. O.N.OHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

“Penetration team?” You’d be a rude pervy fucker!

Even wheezing dying fuckers like a letter from the postie.

5 bucks a letter.

Emergency beer silo. Half-dead? Get on the piss!

$8,000.

Relieve the tension aboard your shrieking ship of death by donning this comically stupid party costume! Bloody hilarious! Life of the party!

Dead cunt? Bag it and tag it, Danno.

Charge it to the cadaver’s card! Hahaha

Has the old fucker in your cabin gone and carked it? Give him the send-off he deserves!

Enough space in there for 1 dead cunt to stretch his legs out all cosy-like.

If the bloke’s just in bits after the Unit 731 boys had a burl this unit will hold up to 130 kg of assorted loose limbs.

10 bucks.

3 dead cunts.

3 for 1, ten bucks.

Perfect alibi to pickpocket half-dead pricks.

Are those dying screams really getting on your tits? This will shut her up!

200 bucks.

Tripping over limbs? Chuck em’ in here!
(doubles as budget-price beer silo)

2 bucks.

Or, special deal, 5 for 10,000 bucks.

Righto, that’s all the shit we’ve got at the moment, we’ll see you soon!

Fuck the rest, buy the best, GO GUNSTON!