at the rogue's
Odiferous orifice and
his amazing chocolate
figurine of wonderous
Hershey Bar power
dangled dangerously, decending
down dark, dingly
polymorphing into a
biodegradable polymer scaffold
dripping with acidic
spongecake. All of
which tasted like
a run-on sentence.
The Wesley clone
and Asmodeus skipped
that whole section
by plane-shifting
to Asgard. Once
there, Odin shoved
Frigga's fancifully fiendish
fondue at them.
dang rogues spake
in thieve's cant
"I Should have"
read the manual
then we'd know
thieves can not
filch fiendish fondue
from Frigga. Fortunately,
Frigga foretold that
Freya would frantically
yank on Odin's
rod of LORDLY
Grecian Formula, producing
a sickening blast
and deafening roar
as it reinvigorated
the halfling's original
recipe chicken platter.
Meanwhile, somewhere over
Berlin the Luftwaffe
unrelated to this
stood, burped and
hugged his teadybear
Then Frigga said
"They killed Kenny!!!!!"
and fried Asmodeus
inviting everyone to