The One Sentence Game!!


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The hum of engine let everything in his path know he would not yield to redlights,stop signs or merging lanes.

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His bumper sticker read, "I eat tailgaters."


Dogzan wondered what Conan would think as he adjusted his Dippy Burger uniform in the rearview mirror, and missed several skateboarders during his moment of inattention.

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He switched from FM radio to Soundgarden on the CD.


As the music pumped, Dogzan did not hear the screams coming from the trunk.

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He was too busy listening to Rusty Chains.


A glint of sun light in the rearview mirror made it clear this day would end with a massive death toll.

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For the Hulk had returned from space-for real this time.


And he brought in tow the alien demons from outerspace, again!


"Saved from flipping burgers again" Dogzan said to himself, leaping from his car just in time to escape the Hulk's shockwave.

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"Hulk eat BURRITO," said the menacing goliath.


However the burrito suddenly shot out of the Hulks hands and transformed into the fiendish Rosie O'Donnel.

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"ROSIE EAT HULK!!!" she challenged, ravenous and fuming.

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Seeing a hunger-crazed Rosie O'Donnell licking her lips, the Hulk had no choice but to run for ze hills and pray she found another huge humanoid to sate her hunger.

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Just then the celestial Charlton Heston, saint of gunpowder, showed up.


Armed to the teeth and smokin a fat cigar he looked about with his squinty eyes and after a long moment of silence screamed "Sparta"!.

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Rosie the gluttonsworn stopped in midlunge and glared menacingly at the holy defender of the NRA, intent on bringing him mayhem.


He extended his right arm which was coiled with sweaty flexing muscles and clenched in his gnarled hand was a double barreled sawed off shotgun.

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"I'll swaller yer soul!!! I'll swaller yer soul," repeated the putrescent lich, yammering and gibbering in her glee.


"Damn you all!" Charleton cried, "Damn you all to hell!"

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The hideous former talkshow host lunged for the shotgun-armed paladin.


The gun roared; she didn't get far without a skull.

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Three loud slams from the shotgun announced the bell tolling her doom, or so Charlton (el Cid) Heston thought.


The momentum of Rosie's ample corpse carried her to the C-man's feet; he kissed the NRA tattoo on his iron-hard, bronzed bicep, unaware of the pudgy profane fingers wrapping around his spit-polished boots.

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She took his foot off with one jowly chomp of her wicked incisors, and before he knew what was happening, his leg up to his knee was down her gullet.


He was kicking like a newborn baby trying to get out of her mouth, yet he could not stop sliding into her jaws.

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As he slid down her rasping esophagus, one bony hand shot out, gripping her uvula for dear life.


A great flood of saliva however washed him down her gullet.

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"You're next, Hulk," she chortled in her hungry glee.


The Hulk threw a punch so hard, like a train made of solid lead and travel 700mph down hill into a brick wall 50 ft thick, right smack into her face.

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His fist was stuck in her throat, and a sound like a thousand vacuum cleaners started issuing from her nose and ears.


The trees swayed and bent towards the growing singularity formerly known as Rosie O'Donnell, and debris now rushed in from all sides, faster and faster as the Hulk's puny mind struggled to grasp the enormity of his mistake, but even though the end seemd nigh, there was yet one last hope.

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He took her by one corpulent thigh and crammed it into her mouth, and like the snake Ouroboros, she consumed herself and blinked out of existence.


The hulk was winded like never before and was in need of a vacation so he set off to work on that.


Dogzan blinked, dazed, as he watched the Hulk lumber off--he didn't even get to throw a punch and now he was late for his dippy-burger-flipping job.


These weren't ordinary burgers, however, as Dogzan well knew, and after a moment to primp himself following the O'Donnell scare, he flew to his flipping station to tend to the line of unusually enthusiastic though understandably miffed burger-addicts which now stretched all the way to the Dungeons of the Gnarly Gnomes, in the depths of which was hidden the sordid secret of those tasty burgers...

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For he was an undercover werewoof, and he'd get to the bottom of this whole entire Dippy-burger mystery.


Deep within the Dungeons of the Gnarly Gnomes, was a magical gate that lead to Avernus the first plane of Hell, here the Gnarly Gnomes whom were really evil gnomes whom ran a slaughter house that killed Stench cows and sold that meat to *Dippy-burger Inc, a subsidiary of Troma the World Leader in deadly chemicals and the Create A Disease foundation.

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Charly the Garley Gnome, his brother Arley, Uncle Harley, cousin Farley, sister Marlee, and his other brother Darryl, worked in the Stench Kow slaughterhouse #5 all day, every day, from early morning to later in the morning.


The long hours happened after a group of Gnarley Gnomes tried to form a union in Stench Cow slaughter houses #6, 111, 12,300, Tiamat moved quickly and destroyed the unions.


Still, they weren't called 'gnarly' gnomes for nothing, so they concocted a plan...a plan of such simplistic brilliance that neither Tiamat nor even those pesky burger-addicted surface dwellers would ever see it coming...until it was too late.


The Gnarly Gnomes had been secretly worshipping Anthraxus the Oinodaemon, he had given them a vision which of course only was a grand illusion behind which the Oinodaemon true and sinster plot festered in the darkness of his ranch just outside Dallas off route 66.

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They decided that that spawning Tiamat byotch had gone too far this time.


Furnok the f!#$ was one mean ass gnome known for his drinking bouts and rages of violence.

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He was a happy drunk.


So it was best to keep him drunk as much as possible.

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He was fond of tropical fruit flavored drinks, with pineapples and little umbrellas; it got him in a happy bar fighting mood.


And besides, the toothpicks in the little cocktail umbrellas can be rammed into someone's eyeball once you've run out of glasses and bottle to throw.


Well right about that time, people,
A fur trapper appeared on the edge of town.


Mangy Moe McSleazy, they called him, and he'd come looking for pelts; not the varmint kind either, mind you, but rather fiendish slobbering wackobeast pelts, and he wasn't about to leave empty-handed.

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