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Very sad. Very bad. And I'm bigly un-glad. I can't believe this country elected that orange human over me. RIGGED! MY VOTERS = SO MAD!
And with that, Kobold Krump began to stomp on the ground. He stomped and he stamped, pound, pound, POUND, POUND!
And he stomped, and he stomped, and he stamped, and he stamped. And his frenzy of stomping continued to ramp—
'til a crack in the earth opened, and his foot was caught.
He wouldn't stop stomping 'til what he wanted he got.
He kept stomping and sinking until all that was seen
was the orange fungus he combed, cut, groomed and preened.
Then he stomped one more time, and he smashed through the ground!
And that was the last anyone in the town
ever saw of that strange little kobold who'd been yapping around.
Exit, stage far-right.