from their basement
beer fridge upstairs.
passed a mirror
that scared the
drunken eye tyrant
involving mixing beer
and propane in
midair over burning
jalapenos and cheese
special purpose...especially
-look, a tomato
OF DEATH!! supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Sorry, seizure. Where's
my hasenfeffer?!?!" All
"Lower....Lower....There."
The confused ettercaps
obeyed, kneeling toward
and chittered excitedly
as the beer
and brats were
animating and attacking
the pretzel demons
of Ulm. Explosions
around the rogue
elephant blossom like
roses of blood
curdling sucking noises.
The hushed battlefield
coated red with
attentive dekanter goblins
glistened in the
armies of buzzards
soiled the army.
Janitorius, god of
smelly geletinous slimes
and The Poopsmith
known as Crackleby,
by the ladies,
went nightclubbin' to
procure ideal consorts.
Their first stop