The Five Word Game!

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by those who appreciate the

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sound of broccoli men screaming.

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This enraged the imperial myconid

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who is known for vengeful

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bouts of stem-hurling. But he

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was having hallucinations from eating

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hunks of his Uncle Shroomy.

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The myconids' broccoli deities demanded

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tribute in the form of

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a shrubbery; not just any

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shrubbery, but of different heights

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, shapes and tastes - they preferred

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short and succulent to long

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, much like dwarves usually prefer.

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Thus, the myconids needed to

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quest for the shrubbery of

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the gods to atone for

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pouring boiling cheese on broccoli-men

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, thus blaspheming the sacred rites

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of the fungus god, Shroominomites.

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So the five mushroom paladins

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and their cohort, Shifty McBackstab,

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the Hamburglar's psychotic half-cousin from

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the Everchanging Chaos of Limbo

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, got this party started. "Quickly",

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commanded a mailed myconid, "load

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the cases of Baatezu wine

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into my gullet." "At once!",

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replied his compatriot. "It's much

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more satisfying than Gnomish vermouth."

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Not pausing to uncork the

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beverages, the mushroom champion gobbled

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bottles and potables and fingers

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and jugs and barrels of

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womens' skincare ointments: aloe, lanolin,

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epsom salts, and motor oil.

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"Because constructs need love too."

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The vile ingredients reached critical

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mass when the mushroom-man chugged

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poprocks and started hyperventilating. Then,

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his girth expanded with alarming

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grace and he began to

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exhibit signs of critical mass;

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the molecular structures of nearby

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broccoli men began to lose

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its coherence, transforming them into

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broccoli cheese soup oozes, slithering

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together into a mound of

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foulness so vile that even

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Alice Cooper thought it was